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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

In the dining room, the atmosphere couldn't be any more awkward. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional ever so slight clank of the silverware against the ceramic plates. It was as though both Lucy and Theodore were walking on eggshells—or sitting on eggshells. Her phone rang and she gladly answered it, speaking in a low tone.

"Hey… uhm, not tonight. I have plans tonight… okay, tomorrow night, it is."

When the call ended, she felt a gaze on her and looked up to meet it. Theodore was glaring at her as though she had just committed murder.

She had the urge to explain although her plans had nothing to do with him. "My niece wants to meet up and discuss a proposal I sent her. I'm a busy woman so… nights are the only times I can be available."

Why did you avenge me?