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The Billionaire’s Trial Wife

(Warning, rated 18, No Rape)    Harley is a twenty-two year old unwanted daughter of a millionaire businessman, nothing short of a troublemaker to get back at her cruel father. When a risky contract arises between her father and the Billionaire Sylus Jones, she is forced into a trial marriage with Sylus—a man who is both an enemy and, strangely, a charm.   A kind of dislike, hatred, and the need to destroy each other while aware the contract is on the line burns between these two. However, provoking a man like Sylus is probably not the best idea…or the safest. But then again, Harley Legan Eun-kyung has never been good at playing it safe. Things begin to get a lot more complicated when this marriage is unfortunately made public against their initial agreement and plans. Can these two keep in mind that this marriage is nothing short of a facade that will end in two months?  Probably not. But how will they survive this trial marriage when there's nothing to like about each other? When all they do is bicker and fight, hating everything about each other? How will they learn to live with each other? And how will they learn to deal with the burning desire—the flickering need, that had ignited between the two of them, one that proved hard to overlook?  Each is what the other desires. But each is also what the other hates. 

AngelLily · Urban
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140 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#GENIUS
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#CEO
#FASTPACED
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

HARLEY: A Hickey

My eyes raked down the hickeys and bites left by Sylus, and I couldn't help but wince. If I didn't cover this, someone might just think I got mauled by an animal. I didn't have a problem with it though. They were pretty. He'd gone crazy with me like he couldn't get enough, and something about that made a warm pool in my stomach. It would have hurt my ego if I turned out to be the only one who wanted it this much, wanted his touch, craved it. 

He felt the same if these marks weren't any indication.  

The tips of my ear flushed a little, and I grabbed the turtleneck, slipping into it, then a pair of high-waisted wide-leg gray trousers that reached all the way to cover my heels a bit. I brushed and tied my hair into a bun before grabbing my bag and heading out to leave the house. 

"Harley…" A tiny voice called, and I turned immediately to see Hana heading down the stairs with one of the maids in the house. She was yawning, rubbing her eyes with her small hands.