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"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

Ximena heaved a sigh of relief when she successfully delivered the make up set, finally evading trouble she would be in if she was late. She happily ordered food from a restaurant she frequented so she would not have to cook dinner.

Just as she settled down to take a bite of her food, her house telephone rang.

Not many people knew her house telephone number, so she frowned. Zaria would always call her personal cell phone and she didn't have many friends in Olphire. Could it be that her parents had stalked her and found out her address?

"Hello?" She answered the call with suspicion in her voice.

"Ximena Morel." A male voice said her name with a triumphant snicker.

Her heart skipped a beat. Who was it? Before she could ask, it suddenly made sense. It had to be Liam Preston! How under the sun did he get her house telephone number?!

She cursed under her breath and thought of what to tell him.

The little devil (2)