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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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Naughty vows

She had to bat her eyelashes to stop herself from crying again. Ximena had been right to use waterproof makeup on her or she would already be a runny mascara mess from how emotional they had gotten in the dressing room earlier. 

"I love you too, Des," She said. 

"I want to kiss you so badly right now." He whispered, having forgotten all about the tiny mics tucked at the neckline of her dress and at his breast piece for them to be heard even if the sea got wavy. 

The officiant cleared his throat. "Mr. Fort, it's not time for that yet." 

He looked bummed. "Are you sure I can't steal a very quick kiss? My bride looks so beautiful after all." 

The guests burst into laughter while the officiant shook his head at Desmond sternly. When he pouted like a kid denied candy, Zaria couldn't help laughing at him either. 

"Once we are married, you will get to kiss me as much as you want." She whispered, covering her mic so no one else would hear.