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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

Since Zaria left them in the name of not wanting to be the center of their wars, the women thought about how she must feel being caught in between them.

Of course, they didn't truly hate each other. Heaven knew why they were so hell set on asserting dominance because they didn't know either. So as soon as zaria left, Ximena suggested they don't follow her. She must have left because she couldn't take their insanity anymore.

"You know, I don't actually care what role I have at the wedding. Zaria knows she can always count on me." Ximena was the first to break the ice.

"Neither do I. For the same reason, by the way." Natalie added.

"That's exactly why we fight." Ximena burst into laughter. If they were different, maybe they wouldn't want to murder each other each chance they got. But putting their physical differences aside, they had more similarities than they would ever admit.

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