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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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Big plans (2)

"Do you want Rosaly as a flower girl?" Ximena asked, to which Zaria grunted what would have sounded like acknowledgement. Even so, Ximena had known her long enough to know she had not heard a single word.

"I don't think Angela would allow it." She waited for Zaria to nod and decided to bait her. "Do you want a white gown?"

"Uh-huh."

She rolled her eyes. Realizing she had been silent for a while, Zaria finally looked up.

"Well…"

"Tell me what's going on, before I have Zeus hack into that phone, find out who is causing you so much distress and pull their head out of their body."

She smiled. "That's a bit dramatic, don't you think?"

"Not if it involves you looking this distressed." Ximena shut her notepad and waited for Zaria to tell her what was going on.

"The Sparks are after me." She downplayed it, then pried for the notepad Ximena was holding. "What was that you were saying about Angela? Didn't she leave the country?"