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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

"Liam!" Ximena's shrill cry echoed in the mansion. She wanted to run to him, to ensure he was alright, but she couldn't. Each step was dangerous now as bullets filled the air.

No one knew who was their friend and who was their foe, resulting in chaos. Gunpowder filled the air at the same time as the pungent smell of blood.

Amid the chaos, a door opened on the first floor and before anyone could process who had just arrived, Zeus had taken down most of Gabriel's men. Apparently, they had snuck in. It was expected. A man as cunning as Gabriel couldn't possibly go to a battlefield without his men. And to him, the wedding was a battlefield.

Seeing Zeus, Desmond remembered something. If Ciara was on Nathaniel's side after being paid off, then Zaria…

He glanced over at where Nathaniel had been sitting and cursed. "Shit."

Wedding (3)