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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

"Are you sure about this? This doesn't sound like anything Evan would say." Desmond peeked over at the pop-up Zaria had just mentioned.

"Drive." She pushed his head away to remind him that he was driving. "It sounds odd to you too. He rarely calls you Fort but it's not like it has never happened. Maybe it's Veronica."

He wasn't sure but he let it slide. After all, what could go wrong? It wasn't like anyone could access The West's website aside from members of the West family. Besides, they were going to meet the rest of the West family either way so it didn't matter if they happened to grab onto their invite.

They were prepared for everything but when a helicopter landed in Desmond's backyard to take them to the resort, they exchanged confused glances.

Deserted Island (?)