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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: He Loves Me

I didn't answer my brother, I just simply averted my gaze because I had nothing to say. Harlow squeezed my hand tighter. "He hasn't changed with you, has he?" 

"Would he ever?" I chuckled pitifully at myself. "Somehow, he likes you enough, but not me. Maybe I did something wrong to him that I may not remember. Maybe—"  

"Harley." Harlow shook his head at me. "There is nothing you did wrong. Don't drag yourself into that hellish thinking." 

I peered at him.  

"And...I am sorry," he added.  

I asked, "For what?"  

"I know I should own my shit. We are twins after all. If one of us decides to jump off a fucking bridge, the other follows, no questions, I know that. I never should have left that day on that mission without telling you. It was urgent for Dad, but it was also dangerous, and I didn't want to involve you in something so risky. We are twins, yes, but I am still two minutes older than you, so…"