Naomi_lia

"HOW COULD I STAY AWAY WHEN EVERY NIGHT, I RELIVE THE HORRORS OF THIS HOUSE, HEAR MY MOTHER'S CRIES MIXING WITH MY OWN? OF COURSE, I HAD TO COME BACK. I'M HERE TO RECLAIM WHAT'S MINE, WHAT WAS ALWAYS MINE. BUT LEAVING THEM PENNILESS? THAT WOULD BE TOO MERCIFUL. NO, I'LL MAKE THEM SUFFER—DRAG THEM TO THE EDGE OF MADNESS, UNTIL THEY BEG FOR DEATH. AND WHEN THEY DO... DEATH WILL FLEE FROM THEM. THAT'S WHY I'M BACK."
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"Marry me, and I will help you take revenge on your stepmother and her daughter, and reclaim your throne as the rightful heiress," he proposed to her on his wedding day.

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After being thrown out of her father's house by her stepmother on the day of her mother's death, she loses her position as heir to 'BALFOUR INDUSTRIES,' which is handed to her stepsister, who is now engaged to her cheating ex.

Forced to make ends meet, she becomes the personal assistant to an overbearing boss, only to end up marrying him on his wedding day when his bride fails to show up.

He promises to help her take revenge on her stepmother and reclaim her rights as she recites her wedding vows.

IMMEDIATELY AFTER MARRIAGE-
"This marriage is nothing but a compromise. I will fulfill my promise, but don’t expect anything else," he said on their wedding night.

A FEW MONTHS LATER-
"Darling, please come to bed," he begged, holding her favorite pillow.

"Who knew the tyrant boss could be so cute," she replied as she...

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Daisy Woods, a naive assistant to one of the biggest business tycoons in the city, has no other option but to stand in as a substitute bride for her tyrant boss when his bride doesn't show up on their wedding day.

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MARRYING MY TYRANT BOSS : HE IS MY REVENGE PARTNER

"What am I going to do?" Daisy asked, her voice tight with apprehension, her eyes locked onto Zade's.

"I'll take care of everything," he murmured, his voice dark and filled with the weight of promise. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving her as his hand reached out, catching her wrist. He tugged her closer, gently yet firmly, until she stood between his legs, their proximity making her heart race uncontrollably. Her breath hitched, quick and shallow, her nerves buzzing with anticipation, each second stretched by the slow-building tension between them.

His hands trailed up her arms, the rough pads of his fingers a stark contrast to the softness of her skin. "Remember," he whispered, voice dropping as he leaned in, his lips hovering near her ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. "If we do this... nothing changes between us in the morning. Do you understand?"

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - R18 :NIGHT OF PLEASURE I (YOU HAVE TO BEG FOR IT SWEETHEART)