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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. 

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#R18
#COMEDY
#GENIUS
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#CEO
#FASTPACED
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

SYLUS: Sad Vodka

A ragged sob worked its way out of Harley.  

It was me who couldn't feel like I could breathe. I didn't know how to make this better for her. I had never had anyone be this open to me, falling into my arms all broken and wounded. Harley was the first, but I didn't know how to bandage her up a little, just for now.  

I could only cup the back of her head, focusing on her little breaths as she clung to me, desperately looking for comfort. This shouldn't have made me feel warm on the inside like I'd been given something. It was selfish to feel this way, but if Harley was going to lose it—if she was going to let go for once, then she needed to do it in my arms. It was going to be with me, nobody else. I wasn't going to dissect it—the reason why was that I just knew that if Harley needed someone, it was going to be me. Just me.