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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

"Just what I need." Desmond dragged his fingers through his hair, tousling it.

Zaria took note of the tension and shifted her gaze between the two of them. "Is everything okay?"

"Nothing that can't be handled." He took her hand, while Isabella dived for Rosaly and picked her up.

"My cute little great granddaughter. How about staying over at my place tonight?"

Rosaly was caught off guard by the sudden affection, her small hand reaching out for Zaria. "But I want to sleep with Zaria. She promised to read me a book."

"She can do that on video call later and you can sleep with her on another day. Come on." Isabella didn't give her much chance to say no and went upstairs to pick her overnight bag. With the short time it took, she must have simply stuffed in random clothes, her school uniform, and toiletries.

With a last hug and kisses from Isabella and Rosaly, the two were gone in a flash.

Can't keep my hands off