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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

"You look like a copy of your mother. Has anyone ever told you that?" He remarked, looking her up and down in a way that made the hairs on her skin stand.

"So you know my mother. I don't know whether to be repulsed or horrified." She ignored the hand that he had presented for a shake. "My mother has nothing to do with this meeting so can we keep her out of this?"

"Gladly." He retracted his hand as though he didn't realize he had been ignored. He spun on his heel and took a seat, still eyeing her creepily. "After all, you are sexier."

"Can I kill him?" Zaria wanted to die. She should have known this was a bad idea.

He held her hand, knowing how pissed off she must be. "When the time is right, you will not need to do it yourself."

"I'm still here," Gabriel announced his presence.

Meeting the Wests(2)