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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: Two Weeks

Harlow, thankfully came like I asked him to. He was waiting outside at the gate, and I had to leave the house to meet him. 

"Isn't this a bit creepy?" he asked as we headed into the house towards the vault room. A chuckle broke from me. "It is not." 

"Yes, it is. Even our father wouldn't build something this big and call it a family house. Someone could get lost here." 

I had to agree with him on that. I still hadn't even explored the building completely. Arriving at the vault room, I pressed my palm against the door, the system scanning my palm print. They added my print so I could access the room without needing someone to do it for me. 

Harlow stepped in behind me into the room and came to a stop, his brow lifted. "Now this is magnificent," he mumbled under his breath at the futuristic look of the vault room—a room that was worth millions of dollars.