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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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Married to his career

"Nat, do you have a minute?" Zaria asked Natalie as soon as the banquet ended. The latter was trying to take flight when she had the chance.

She turned doubtfully. "Sure. But why don't we go somewhere else? Let's not disrupt the cleaning staff."

They went to the end of a hallway where there was no one else before Natalie looked at her with probing eyes.

Zaria suddenly felt too nervous to speak. She had called Natalie on a whim but now that it was time to ask what she wanted to ask, she wondered whether the other would see it as an intrusion of privacy. She battled between bringing it up and brushing it off with a general question or some random topic. Someone exited the restrooms nearby and that snapped Zaria out of her thoughts.

"Are you having trouble with anything?" She asked and almost bit her tongue when Natalie looked shocked.

"Why would you think that?" She laughed exaggeratedly.