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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

"Do you want me to help you forget him?" He offered, leaning closer. "He is a scumbag who dares to bring tears to such beautiful eyes. He doesn't deserve to be in your mind."

She pushed him away, smiling through her tears. "No thank you. Two wrongs don't make a right."

Roland was speechless. Did she just imply that he was the wrong guy?

"Your loss, Bella. But if you change your mind, you can look for me." He slid his business card across the table, making her laugh.

"You are quite the risk taker, aren't you? What if I'm a paparazzi in disguise? I could twist around the truth and get some perfect headlines out of this little encounter."

"You can't be one of those. I know one when I see them." He scoffed.

The wrong guy