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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: Stranger

"If you ever decide to have a proper talk, Sylus, you find me. But as for this boy, I'm leaving him here with you today." Rose smiled at Sylus. "You don't have to worry though, he's much easier to deal with now. I did the hard part, kids are difficult when they're a baby. No need to thank me, I'll surely be back again. There are different ways you'll be able to thank me." 

She left, walking out through the gate. the man she'd come with following her. 

My gaze stayed fixated on the gate for a long while until someone spoke. "Okay, this is beyond awkward." It was Adam. 

Caden asked, "What are you gonna do now? I mean, to be honest, this little kid is definitely yours. I mean, jesus, he looks exactly like you, even the eyes—-" 

"Not now, bulldog!" Harlow kicked his foot, earning a groan from him. 

Christophe sighed softly and asked. "Did you know about this kid, son?"