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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: You Are Coming Undone

If it won't hurt you, it'll hurt me. 

My fist connected with the face of the man who knelt right in front of me, and he cried out, attempting to squirm away from me to protect himself. Except he wouldn't and couldn't. Bastard thought I was playing with him when I assigned him to find out what I wanted about Olive. Did he think I was just some people's billionaire? That he could run with my money and I wouldn't find him? 

Do not. I can't. We can't. Not anymore. 

I yanked James by the hair, slamming my fist into his stomach. He canted over in a spin, spurting out the mouthful of blood that had rushed into his mouth. But I didn't stop, connecting my feet with his face. 

I couldn't get away from any of it. The face of Harley in my head and her words.