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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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SYLUS: Tabloid article

Emilia scrambled all over the floor for the fallen papers. "My apologies, Mr. Jo—B-boss."

She was stuttering, scrambling like she'd caught us in a very bad scandalous act. 

Fuck! I was so pissed off with Harley, I hadn't thought someone would walk in on us, at least not without knocking. Though, why the heck did she barge into my office without knocking? I'd have to straighten that out with Emilia. No entering my office without knocking.  

"Pfft." A sudden chuckle from the woman in my arms. Harley had her head tilted, grinning at Emilia with a look in her eyes that I couldn't comprehend. Why was she smirking? This wasn't a situation for that, for goodness sake. None of this was funny.

I stepped toward Emilia and took the documents from her. "We need to talk later, you can leave. I'll call for you."  

That was an overreaction from her if you asked me. I mean it wasn't like I was doing something obscene with Harley.