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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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"Go and visit that woman." Jaime ordered after a pause.

Samantha held back the urge to hurl curses at the man in front of her. All he knew was to order people around and she doubted he could do anything on his own. What did he think she was, his stupid little minion?

"You mean your mother. Why don't you pay her a visit?" She threw the responsibility back at him, not intending to be associated with Alyssa in the slightest.

"She's not my mother. I don't have a mother." He sucked in a breath and Samantha shrugged.

"She is no one's mother. Oh, right. She's probably Desmond's. That guy would do anything for her."

Jaime huffed and let out a laugh. His blood boiled just thinking about her. "A whore who cheated on my father, I would never acknowledge her as my mother."

Samantha frowned. While she disliked Alyssa, she would never appreciate another woman being referred to as a whore, and she was irked by her brother's unfiltered mouth.