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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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The mistress

"Rosaly?" Desmond called out to the little girl as he knocked on the door to her room. She had not locked it but he wanted to be certain that she was willing to see him.

"I'm coming in, okay?' He spoke. She didn't speak, so he gently pushed the door open and poked his head in. She was on the floor, pulling at a doll's hair and crying. She neither seemed to notice nor acknowledge his presence. His heart broke seeing her like this and he wanted nothing more than to rip Angela into shreds. The heartless woman.

Entering the room, he quietly sat next to her for a while until she finally realized he was there and turned to look at him.

"Do you want to talk about it with Daddy?"

She rubbed her fists across her eyes to wipe her tears, threw her doll aside and held out her small arms to be hugged. "I don't want Zaria to be your girlfriend." She cried against Desmond's chest once he held her.