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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

Wedding (2)

"Why are you going in there on your own?" She couldn't help asking. "If you are going there, so am I."

"Zaria," he rubbed his forehead. This was not going to be an easy battle. 

Seeing how difficult it was going to be to convince her to stay behind while her beloved entered what looked no different from a battlefield, Ximena picked up her makeup tools. "I'll show Ciara around if she hasn't gotten the hang of it yet. I don't need to do the makeup, anyway." 

Desmond shot her a thankful glance and sat down in the chair next to hers. "Honey, I would let you come with me, but you know that it's dangerous." 

"Which is exactly why you don't have to go on your own. Don't you know that better than anyone?" She demanded. Surely, he knew how worried she would be if he was on his own. What if the plan failed and he was trapped in there with Nathaniel, Gabriel, and who knows who else?