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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

Zaria cast him a glance. He was the last person she wanted to discuss such matters with. To be exact, it would have been better if it was never mentioned. She took a deep breath. "Do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise." He gave her a meaningful stare. He was waiting for her answer and the only way to end this conversation was to tell him what he wanted to know.

She let out an audible breath. "Because both of you turned out to be different from what I'd perceived."

"I don't understand." If it was because of something that was yet another similarity between him and Desmond, shouldn't it mean that he still had an equal chance?

She glared at him for pretending to be brain dead. "You were friendly, Liam. I'll give you that. You were a good man."

He didn't dare to rejoice. Her words sounded like a compliment, but from her tone, he knew that there was a giant 'but' coming.

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