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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 clenched his fists and had to swallow to stop himself from hurling curses at her. "Are you out of your mind?"

Veronica looked pleased by his reaction. It was probably what she expected, and she smiled as she took a sip of her water while looking at them over her glass triumphantly.

"What do you think?" She asked as she looked at Zaria, expecting her to explode in anger at the thought of another woman directly hitting on her man.

However, Zaria's response was unexpected. "You can have him if you want." She shrugged, looking like she was ready to shove Desmond into a box, seal it and give him to Veronica as a present with a ribbon on top.

"Excuse me?" He stared at his fiancée in disbelief.

She shrugged as though she had not said anything outrageous. "She wants you, doesn't she?"

He frowned at her lame reason. "And you are ready to just give me up willingly? Did you fry your brain in the fear of being ditched on an unknown island?"

The right risk