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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_ · 现代言情
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Keeping (naughty) promises

"You wish." Desmond dragged Evan who was trying to use the excuse to leave and find his ballerina. He had taken quite an interest in Clarion, Rosaly's ballet instructor and was finding every excuse to talk to her even though she kept shutting him down.

"Are you going to start any time tonight?" Desmond raised an eyebrow at their opponents, who were taking too long to challenge them.

"Sure. How well do you know your bride?" Ximena cleared her throat. "My first question is this. How tall is she?"

"Ximena!" The ladies growled while the men laughed excitedly. She had made it too easy for them.

Zeus squeezed in on the men's side just as Ximena finished asking her question and did the honors. "Five feet five, if she's wearing those five-inch high heels she loves."

Natalie rolled her eyes at him. "Don't make fun of Zaria. Also, aren't you supposed to be on the bride's side? You're her brother."