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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.

Avalorian_ · Urban
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Dare to sell a devil

"I bet this 'special guest' or company as you call him, is the showstopper, huh?" She did not bother to hide the ridicule in her tone as she taunted. She enjoyed seeing her parents so riled up, especially because there wasn't much they could do about it because they were trying to curry her favor.

As if on cue, the guest arrived. It was just as she predicted. A man whose first reaction was to glance in her direction. She would forgive him if all he did was look at her but he had to go and ruin it by letting his eyes trail down her chest.

She knew that she was wearing a blouse that was a little low cut but so what? It was not for him to look at as though he couldn't wait to burn her clothes off her body. Her stomach churned in disgust.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I was a bit caught up trying to get my niece off me." He apologized as she looked at them, explaining what must be the tale he came up with on the spot.