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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

Natalie arrived feeling overwhelmed. She only had ten minutes before the board meeting but she didn't think she could take it. She wanted to drown herself in coffee—or tequila. Whatever would work best. When she met Zaria in the hallway, the latter was concerned.

"Are you okay, Nat? How are your parents?" Zaria pulled her in for a hug.

"They are doing fine. As fine as they can do after this murder attempt, anyway." She forced a laugh. "How can anyone be so cruel?"

Zaria realized Natalie already knew what happened and it was probably not best to talk about it in the company hallways. She guided her back to her office. There was still some coffee left from the espresso she had just made. She poured it in a cup and offered it to Natalie. "It's decaf. Do you mind?"

Natalie shook her head and took a sip. "How did you know what I need?"

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