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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

"Theodore and I are going to take these two little darlings off your hands for tonight." Lucy winked as she ran her fingers through Rosaly's hair. She was sitting on the couch and Rosaly had her head on her grandmother's lap, her eyes drooping sleepily.

Zaria smiled at them fondly. "Thanks, Mother."

She was indeed tired after the day's festivities, which was expected.

Lucy carried Rosaly in her arms while Theodore put Holden back in his stroller, who had fallen asleep as soon as his grandfather picked him up.

Zeus had joked about the little boy being tired after an entire day of charming the hell out of everyone who laid their eyes on him, as it wasn't easy being that cute.

Theodore and Lucy left with their grandchildren in tow, and Des trailing after them so he wouldn't part ways with his friends.

"You're coming too? Come on, little guy." Lucy smiled.

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