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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

SYLUS: She…stayed.

Two weeks in the hospital now was a long agonizing time. It felt worse having found that Olive escaped, not by himself but with the help of my own sister. Everything else was easy to handle, including everything I knew my sister was responsible for, but this…this felt like a knife to the heart. 

Stacy didn't hate me, at least I didn't think she did. Now though, I couldn't be sure of that claim, because no excuse could ever explain what she'd done. 

I've been in pain from the very second I opened my eyes and even till now, I was apparently on some pain killers to help with the constant pain that shoots at my chest at every single movement I make. The pain wasn't my problem, but the panicked expression I always saw cross Harley's face. She was afraid to lose me in any way and somehow without even knowing it, I'd begun learning to mask my pain—to hide it so I wouldn't have to see that fearful look on her face.