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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

"Alright." She pulled her hand from his. "I'll get ready for bed."

He immediately knew she was angry with him but he couldn't quite figure out why. Why did documents matter?

Knowing it was merely going to morph into an argument if he poked this particular hornet's nest, he didn't ask. He was not ready to fight with her, now or ever.

However, she spent the next hour in the shower and ignored him when she returned. She crawled into bed and kept her distance. He couldn't take it anymore.

"I just don't get it. So what if you're not her legal mother?" He asked.

She ignored him and pretended to be asleep, and he had to poke her for an answer. He got one, but not one he had expected.

"If I'm going to play the role, I deserve the title as well."

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