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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

Realizing her stalling was ridiculous, Zaria opened the envelope, finally allowing herself to check out the content.

Her eyes widened when she had read enough to understand what this was. "Adoption papers?"

More specifically, adoption legal work for her to adopt Rosaly. She was overwhelmed as she read the clauses over and over to make sure she was not seeing things. After the umpteenth check, she finally asked, "how did you get these so fast?" Adoption was a slow procedure and being Rosaly's biological father and legal guardian didn't help speed anything up.

He ran a hand through his hair and answered vaguely. "Well, someone owed me a favor. Do you like it?"

She threw herself into his arms. "Thank you. This is the best gift I could ever get."

He pretended to sulk at her remark, his hand weaving around her waist. "It is? I thought I was the best gift to you."

Honeymoon gift (1)