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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

"There is no way you mean that." She turned to glance at Theodore. "Wait. You don't mean that, right?"

"Honey, calm down." He held both of her shoulders. The last thing she could do right now was calm.

"Please tell me you are joking." She demanded, even though she knew that he was serious about his speculation. She didn't even wait for him to speak before she rushed upstairs and locked herself in her room.

Theodore followed her and knocked softly. "Zaria."

She neither heard the knock or his voice, her mind going crazy with the possibility. She was pregnant? She tried to remember how long ago she had her last period and the thought of it made her head hurt.

"How could I be pregnant?" She pulled at her hair as she paced the room in distress. It was definitely a dream. It had to be, or she was having a hallucination and it would be over with a snap of someone's fingers.

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