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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

The following evening, Ximena went over to Zaria's to help her dress up for the banquet as usual. Only that this time, she was unusually quiet as she worked her magical fingers through the locks of Zaria's hair. The latter soon realized this and suspected that something must be wrong. She lifted her head slightly so she could see Ximena through the mirror. "How have things been?"

"What things?" Ximena asked, and that was all it took for Zaria to know that something was up.

"Yup. Something is definitely wrong. What happened?" She asked. "Is it something to do with the company?"

"No. Everything is fine at Morel Beauty." Ximena assured her and grabbed several pins which she placed on the vanity, preparing to use them to hold up Zaria's hair.

"Can we go for something aside from an updo? I'm not sure I can handle the pricks right now." She asked, and Ximena nodded and reached for a comb to part her hair.

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