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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

"Desmond," Her eyes widened when she realized that everyone was looking at them in anticipation. Was he about to do what she thought he was about to do?

"Zaria," He cleared his throat. "When I met you, I didn't think I would ever want to do this. I only ever wanted to live in the present and not care about the next hour and whatever it would bring. But when I met you, I felt alive. You have changed my life every day since and I couldn't ever ask for anything different."

He held her hand nervously, afraid he would freak out.

"I know what I want now and it is to be able to see your beautiful smile every morning when I wake up, go to sleep with you in my arms and to maneuver my way through fatherhood with you by my side. So, Zaria Williams, will you do me this honor and be my wife?"

She was still struck speechless with her gaze clouded when Rosaly started reading from her paper. She had written a letter in her crooked but adorable handwriting.

Proposal (1)