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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
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HARLEY: Do You Believe It?

Oh?

I waved back at her with a surprised smile.  

"Hi, hottie." Caden blew her a kiss, and she caught it, shoving it against her chest. "You're handsome as ever, Caden. Well, you and Aiden." 

"Can we start?" Christrophe spoke, and the woman Nova rolled her eyes at him. "Don't rush me, Christophe. I missed teaching today because you wanted me to be here." 

"You'll be compensated for that." 

"This is why I enjoy working for you, Christophe. You and Sylus, best employers." 

"Hello to you too, Nova," Sylus grumbled right next to me.  

Nova smirked at him. "Don't sulk now, Sylus. I won't forget to ask about you next time." And she directed her attention back to Christophe. "So what are we handling today?"  

Sylus stood up, walking over to stand at the head table with his father. He took his phone out of his pocket, and the conversations between the unknown number, well, Olive, pulled up on the massive screen.