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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: Hi Harley

Mouth on me, desperate and wet, I tightened my grip on Sylus's suit, unwilling to break the kiss just yet. I needed, and I wanted more of him—more of this man.  

It was dangerous and intoxicating.  

His fingers gripped harder on my hair, now only supporting himself on the floor with one hand. The kiss was full-on violent, breath-snatching, nothing like I'd ever felt before or gotten from anyone else. Only Sylus. Just this man, Sylus. 

I was angry with him, and he was mad at me. He almost consumed me, and I groaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss and sucking in air. He stared at me with hooded eyes, and I leaned, pressing our foreheads together.  

"I'm going to be here when you come home. I'm not leaving, but if you aren't going to choose me and you so badly want to get rid of me, do  it...properly." And I got off him, storming off into the bathroom and shutting the door before he could say a word.