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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

The ghost ready to haunt Devonte's dreams

"I see. Thank you for letting me know." Natalie stood to head for the kitchen to organize her groceries.

"Thank you? Is that all you have to say?" Devonte followed her to ask. She stopped halfway towards the fridge.

"What do you want me to tell you, Devonte? That I'm so grateful you saved my life that I'm about to dedicate myself to you? Hell no, I am grateful but that's it."

She took out the fresh produce from the plastic bags and washed as she organized everything in its designated container, all while wondering why Devonte was still in her kitchen.

"Actually, there is a reason why I left. I had no choice." He started. She didn't speak but he continued, "And it's the most regretful thing I have ever done in my life."

Natalie did a dramatic turn with a smile of ridicule. "What happened to the fans you treasure so much? Did they desert you?"

"No."