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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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58 Chs

HARLEY: W.I.F.E

It's been more than two days now, and nothing has come from Olive. Not a message and not a call. I couldn't sleep, so I shuffled my way to Sylus's room and slipped into the bedroom.  

Sylus was asleep, curled up comfortably, and completely unaware of my presence. I stared down at him and shifted my gaze to the other side of the bed, perfectly made and untouched. It was as if he'd made that part just for me, and I would have found myself smiling if I didn't know the kind of man he was. Not even in my wildest dream would this happen. 

The thought made me scoff, and I slipped into the bed, making myself comfortable. My bed was nothing compared to this, not to mention the mountain of pillows he had on it for comfort. I would never not find that amusing.   

I skimmed my fingers over my loose hair, pulled, and smiled. Yeah, not even in his begging dream would I sleep in that stupid guest room he'd put me in. His room was better and so was his sweet soft bed.