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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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375 Chs

I heard you went back to him

"What's going on with you?" Ximena asked. Zaria looked worried after getting the call from Desmond.

"He is acting strange." She sighed and threw her phone onto her bed. "Whatever. I'll talk to him about it tomorrow. He won't say a word even if I beg him right now."

"Do I need ammunition?" Ximena asked threateningly and Zaria laughed.

"Of course not."

Three tequila shots later, Ximena's phone vibrated with a text message. Her nose scrunched up when she realized that it was Liam's. "What does he want?"

"Take a look." Zaria urged.

She unlocked her phone and read his text message then she burst into laughter. "He wants to meet for a talk tomorrow."

Zaria frowned and rubbed her eyes as if that would clear out the drunkenness. She was starting to slur. "Do you want to talk to him?"

"Do I have a choice?" Ximena slurred.

"To make him shove his want up his ass, yeah." Zaria drunkenly suggested.