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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

When she rushed back into the house and headed for the door, Desmond grabbed her hand.

She looked at him then at the door. "For Natalie."

"I don't trust that man, okay? And have you seen what time it is?" He chastised her, and she shook her head sadly. But she didn't back down.

"He would never hurt a fly. I'll only be gone a few minutes. Please."

He couldn't stand her puppy eyes. Just what did Devonte have that so many women would walk through fire for him? He would never understand but he knew that if he didn't let her, she might just be mad at him for ages. So he let her, but kept a close distance to her to keep watch of Devonte.

She reached the street just as he opened the car door.

He froze out for a moment but brushed her off. "Sorry, you have the wrong guy."

She crossed her arms with an eye roll. "I know who you are, Devonte Lemaigre. Get out of that car."

Abusive boyfriend