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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

While he would have loved to bribe her into staying indoors the whole day, he knew how much she had missed her childhood home. She would want to explore, and check out what had changed and what had stayed the same.

Her excitement was contagious. When she grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door, he could only smile and follow suit.

"I can't believe we are here. Do you know who lives in our old house?" She asked, then immediately realized it was a silly question. Desmond had merely scouted the place for their first honeymoon destination.

"I would ask to see all the places you frequented as a child but you were too young to remember much." He remarked, sliding his fingers through hers to interlock them.

She blinked. "I remember some places. Those that I went to on many occasions. Come on, I'll show you to the antique market."

"Antique market?" He wondered whether it was a market where one could find antiques.

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