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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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"Williams." Answered Zaria, wondering why the man would ask for her surname and not her full name. Besides, if he knew so much about her, how come he didn't know her surname?

"Is that your father's second name, family name or is it your mother's family name?" He probed.

"My father's family name." She answered to shut the man up. Perhaps he had this peculiar way of striking conversations.

"What about your mother's name? I mean, her maiden name." Came the next question.

"Roatta. Lucy Roatta." She added before she could be asked about the first name.

"Oh." She caught a hint of disappointment in his tone and she wondered whether he was sad about not having anything to talk about anymore.

"What about you?" She asked.

"What about me?" The elderly man was either feigning ignorance or he was shocked that someone was interrogating him.