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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

"I'm sorry but we cannot go out this evening." Ximena apologetically cancelled her date with Liam.

He was deflated when he heard the news. "Did something come up?"

"Zaria needs me." She answered, referring to the text message that her friend had sent her the night before.

"But Xim, we made plans first." He complained.

She knew that, and she didn't wish to ditch him either. However, it didn't matter whether she was in the North Pole or in Mars. If Zaria needed her, she was rushing right back to help her friend.

"How about this? I'll go to see what Zaria needs and if it won't take long, I will meet up with you." She suggested.

He still wanted to complain but when she added that she would meet him at his place for a sleepover, he grinned. "Go and help your friend first."

She ended the call with a slight frown. Why did that suddenly sound odd?

A snake in the grass