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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.

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How did she do it?

"What do you mean all of them were killed?!" Samantha yelled over the phone furiously, reacting to the words of a henchman who had just told her that the men she sent to bring Zaria were all dead.

"Miss, they were all killed at an alley. I guess it's the same person who killed them." The man explained, and he was also furious about the death of his mates.

"And you are telling me this?! Where is that witch?" She exploded.

"She escaped." The man replied angrily.

"Go and find her and bring her to me! I will let her know what I do with stupid women like her." Samantha huffed, nearly pulling the hair off her head.

"Heh. My bros are dead because of you and you still want to order us around? Why don't you try something else?" The man cackled and hung up before Samantha could say anything in response.

"Damned dogs!" Samantha yelled, just as another call connected. She was even more infuriated. "Jaime, I'll let you know when I'm done."