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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

"Are you sure you are not hiding anything?" Ximena asked in response to Zaria's groan that seemed to be out of the blue. When the latter nodded, she did not believe her but she took her word for it nonetheless.

"I know what we both need. A night out at the club?" She suggested.

"No!" Zaria exclaimed, then immediately realized that she had overreacted. "I mean, no. I have work to do tonight and I will need to be sober for that."

"Okay." Ximena did not believe a word she was saying but she did not push it. "Then I'll bring you some decaffeinated coffee to drink while you work." She headed for the door.

"Thank you." She smiled. As soon as the door shut behind Ximena, her blood ran cold. Why would she offer her decaffeinated coffee?

When Ximena came back, she had a mug of coffee in her hand and Zaria wondered where she had gotten decaffeinated coffee out of the blue.

She set it on the table and sat on the couch next to the confused Zaria.

Godmother