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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

The incessant ringing of the doorbell woke Ximena up barely minutes after she fell asleep.

"Who has a death wish?" She groaned as she slid out of bed. She grabbed a floor lamp on the living room floor on her way to the door, opened it, and waited for whoever it was to get in.

Liam was startled when he caught sight of her with a lamp in hand as a weapon.

"If I were a burglar, do you think that would be enough to take me down?" He wondered why she didn't check before opening the door.

"Trust me, it doesn't matter what I have in hand." She put the lamp down and closed the door. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in L'Hotel Luxe La Rive?"

"The date would have ended ages ago even if it went well." He stopped mid-step when her ambiguous question made sense. "And if you were my date, I would want to get a room for the weekend."

She brushed past him. "That's good to know."

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