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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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I'm dead

She hurriedly closed the door before rushing back to the panic-stricken girl. She gently untied her limbs and her heart ached when she saw the red marks around her wrists and ankles. Who would bear to do this to a child?

"Little girl, how are you? How did you get here?" She pried in the gentlest tone possible.

When she peeled the duct tape of her mouth, the girl burst into tears. "Daddy…"

Zaria wiped her tears in panic. "Don't cry, I will help you find your daddy."

"Do you know your dad's name?" She asked for confirmation. Perhaps she was mistaken but whether or not this was Laia Qin, her parents must be worried sick.

The little girl merely stared at her blankly. Perhaps because she was scared and didn't trust the woman before her, she didn't say a word.

"Do you know who brought you here?" Zaria continued to pry as she tried to lift the girl off the floor.