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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

As they sat down, Zaria caught sight of Natalie heading towards them. She had a megawatt smile as she pointed at the seat on the other side of Zaria. "Is this seat taken?"

"No." Zaria smiled and the two hugged.

"I haven't seen you in a while." Her jovial mood was contagious as she circled the table to kiss Isabella on the cheek. "Hey Izzie."

"Now here's one person who knows how to express their love for me." Isabella hugged her and made Zaria laugh. So, her love language was to be called Izzie. She would take note of that.

"Is there anything you like? I'm here for pretty much anything that catches my eye." Natalie was speaking a little too fast and Zaria found it odd. What had her in such a good mood?

Why isn't she dead yet?