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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

How dare he humiliate her?! Angela had the urge to strangle Evan. Alas, she couldn't do that when he was no less than a mafia king. Getting rid of her would take less effort than swatting a fly. It was exactly why she wanted him on his side—because he was so powerful—but he definitely wasn't going to be of any help. She picked up her bag and stood to leave, aware of the stares from the women in the room. They must be gloating in her predicament, not that there was anything she could do about it.

"Wait." He called after her when she had reached the door. She had the urge to ignore him and leave. What if he was only calling her back to humiliate her further? It was a possibility she couldn't ignore, but she also couldn't ignore the possibility that he had changed his mind. He might not want to directly help her because of his friendship with Desmond but he might have just the right connections.

So she turned to face him. What was the worst that could happen?

It's nice to finally meet you