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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
58 Chs

HARLEY: Who Is Olive?

Sylus picked up his phone, trying to dial someone's number.  

I quickly drew a deep breath, calming myself down. "Do you want me to take care of you, or not?" 

He looked me dead in the eyes, saying, "I don't trust you. I'll call my doctor." 

I dry-laughed and snatched the collar of his shirt, yanking him down. "Ya! Either sit and let me treat you, or I'll rip your nose off. Which would you like?" 

Sylus raised a brow at me. "And I told you, those pretty hands of yours would be done for."  

"No wonder you were single. You're too cranky." 

He stared me up and down before he huffed out a short laugh. "As if you weren't single too." 

"Not really." I chuckled, cleaning up the blood over his lips and nose. "I wasn't single. I had a boyfriend, but my father threw a bunch of dollars in his face because of you, and he ran." 

"You're pathetic."