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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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Zaria couldn't sleep even after her call with Desmond. Instead, she was even finding it much harder to catch any sleep. Sitting up, she grabbed her laptop from the night stand and placed it on a pillow between her legs. She turned it on to launch her Creszone[1] application. She checked through her moments, and when she saw that Ximena had posted a picture three minutes ago, she raised an eyebrow. The sleepyhead was still up?

Scrolling down, she saw several more posts one of which was Ryan's, who had posted a picture of his hand interlinked with a smaller one. She didn't need to ask to know that the little hand belonged to Nina.

She suddenly realized that she had missed the little teenager so much…

[You're still up?] Came a text message in her private message box and she clicked on it. It was Zeus, the night owl—her hacker friend.

[What are you doing?] Came another question, which Zaria laughed at and drafted a reply.