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The Tyrant's Wife

"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.

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Before Ximena could ask or say anything, Devonte placed a finger on his lips to signal for her to keep her mouth shut. The latter nodded and smiled after a few seconds to indicate that she would keep the secret. However, she felt as though she was betraying Zaria. The latter liked Jupiter so much that she would feel bummed if she ever found out that her idol was only three seats away from her and she didn't even get to ask for an autograph.

Thinking about it, she took out a scarf that she had carried in her bag in case of a cold and a pen, passing it to him secretly.

This was a normal gesture to Devonte, so he accepted it and signed his stage name along with a smiley.

Ximena smiled as she thought of how happy Zaria would be when she received the autographed scarf later. As she kept it in her bag, she felt a gaze on her, emanating from Zaria's direction. When she looked over, she found that no one was looking at her. How strange.