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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

SYLUS: Beautiful Trouble

Irritation was burning up my spine as I took the elevator down to the last floor and headed to the private cafeteria in the company where I eat with my brothers on breaks.  

The door set apart automatically, and I stepped in, my eyes tracing over to the table where I was sure they were.  

"Sylus!" My youngest brother, Avi, who held a massive smile on his face, waved at me, beckoning me to come closer. I strolled over to them to sit down, my smile growing slightly at the sparkle in his gray eyes. 

"Is that a dark circle under your eye?" I shifted my gaze to my other brother, who came a year after me, his hands running through his slicked-back brown hair. "Yes, Adam, yes, this is in fact a dark circle."

If they knew the beautiful trouble I had sitting at home, they would understand why this was under my eyes. 

"Okay, calm down." Avi patted my shoulder and glanced over me to order a bottle of whiskey. 

"Avi, no drinking at work," I said to him.