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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 did you get Melanie to drop the suit?" Desmond asked later in the evening. They had made plans for dinner at his house, and Zaria had just arrived.

She placed her handbag on the couch tiredly and kicked off her heels, then joined him on the loveseat. "She did?"

"A few minutes ago." He affirmed. "Grandma just called me."

"Well that was fast." She curled up into his arms. "I met up with her not more than an hour ago. Let's just say I dragged her skeletons out of the safety of her closet."

"You must have dug out the most influential ones." He praised with a kiss on her forehead. Not only had Melanie dropped the suit, but she had also agreed to pretend that it was still on, all while rejecting the hush fee.

"I'm glad she is out of the way. Or at least she won't cause any more trouble." She let out the breath she had been holding. "It's Nathaniel's turn."

Wrapped around a tiny pinky finger