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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

Alyssa's eyes watered as she stared at the little bundle in her arms. She was afraid to blink and wake up from this dream. It had to be a dream, because how could Desmond ever let her near his son after everything she did? The fact that she was holding the boy in her arms while his parents watched them with no hint of suspicion on their faces was more proof that this couldn't be real. Besides, how could anyone be so cute?

Holden had big, bright eyes the same brown color as his mother's, and a nose she could swear looked exactly like Desmond's. He was the perfect combination of his parents' best traits. Although it was said babies weren't really smiling at that age, that it was just an unintentional reflex, she could swear Holden's full, toothless grin was intentional.

One little leg kept finding its way out of the white cotton blanket he'd been wrapped in. Her heart melted as she tucked it in and she could swear the boy scowled at her.

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