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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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There's no such thing as too much caution

As Natalie made her way to the garden with Zaria, a young woman in a bob haircut rushed towards them to stop Natalie. "Excuse me, you dropped your handkerchief."

Natalie looked down to see that she was holding a white cotton folded handkerchief in her hand, but she did not reach for it. "Thank you. Please help me throw it in the nearest trash bin."

She then turned to resume walking, and Zaria noticed the bob-haircut woman clench her fists and narrow her eyes as though in disbelief. She even thought she had heard the woman curse and mutter under her breath about the arrogance of women from wealthy families.

"She definitely took it the wrong way." She chuckled, though she didn't actually have anything against Natalie's reaction. It was only natural that she no longer needed something she had dropped and it had nothing to do with her finding the woman who had picked it up dirty.