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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
Not enough ratings
140 Chs

HARLEY: A Masterpiece

Sylus arched his brow at me like I'd asked the stupidest question.  

He chuckled. "You need me to spend the day with you so you could drive me nuts more than you already did?"

I wanted to punch him so badly. 

"This isn't about you, grumpy Jones. I just want to let you know that I'll be going out while you're gone. Maybe a movie or something." No, I wanted to visit the orphanage to check on the girl. I'd been restless since the night before.  

"No," Sylus disagreed. "You aren't allowed to do that."  

"What do you mean by that?"  

"You can't leave this house, and you're not allowed to go anywhere, not without my eyes on you." 

I stared at him as if he had two heads. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think I married you to become a prisoner?"  

The air between us thickened with tension, pissing me off further.