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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

For a while after the dance, everyone wanted a dance with Zaria and suddenly, Desmond couldn't get his wife to himself. To say he was jealous was an understatement, especially when the male guests kept telling her how lovely she looked—not that they were exaggerating it.

When he finally had the chance, he pulled her away to the ocean view balcony closest to them and sat her down on the lounge chair, earning her laughter.

"Des, it's a wedding. Everyone will want to dance with us. Have I mentioned how many women have asked you to dance?" She pointed out.

"Mostly ones with daughters your age, who don't mind offering them to me as mistresses." He rested an arm against the railing, laughing when she sat up straight like she was ready for violence.

"What did you just say? Who said that? I will claw her eyes out before doing the same for her daughter."

"I'm just kidding." He laughed. "No one would be so disrespectful at a wedding."

Mrs. Fort