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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

The West was everything it was rumored to be and more. It was a beach resort with luxury cottages overlooking the sea. When Zaria arrived, it felt as though she was on a whole other planet. There was no way she was still in Olphire.

A beautiful woman in a white business suit and red lipstick that matched her manicure received her.

"Mr. West will join you soon. Please wait here." She led her to a gazebo outside one of the cottages, where she could see the sea clearly. It was nearly hypnotising.

"Would you like a snack while you wait for Mr. West? A blueberry muffin perhaps?" The woman asked with a kind smile.

"If you are not in the mood for one, I can bring you a sundae. Or whatever you would like to have. You name it, I'll bring it." She paused and added, "Oh, we also have wine with zero alcohol content."

Definitely an oddball