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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 didn't know people became deaf once their true intentions were uncovered," Ximena remarked spitefully.

Abbie crossed her legs at her knees. "Look, it doesn't matter how we know each other personally or if we know each other at all."

"We don't." Ximena shot back. "You looked me up and came here to make a scene. What's your aim exactly, to make Liam think I am evil and you are the victim of my wickedness? Well, newsflash. Liam knows me better than you'd expect."

Abbie stood up, closed in on her, and attempted to intimidate her with her gaze. "It's never been about men. It's about my honor. I will never let anyone take away what I want."

Ximena scoffed. "And if someone takes it away, you would rather destroy it." She filled in. "Hey, I think we should be friends. I wouldn't be so forgiving if someone took something—or someone—from me either."

Abbie took a step back in disgust. "Watch your back, Ximena Morel."

Meeting the Wests (1)