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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 · Urbain
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140 Chs

HARLEY: Olive

Sylus wasn't home yet, and this was my chance to sneak out. He was pissed off about something and I didn't want to start another weird intimacy between the both of us by asking, so I pretended I didn't notice and left home first, before him.  

Reina, on the other hand, hadn't stopped bombarding me with messages. I smiled softly. She wanted to make sure I would be there, and I needed to leave soon or Sylus was going to come home to me.  

Avi was so wrapped around Reina's finger. He was even willing to hide from Sylus that his wife was going to sneak out. They were such a crazily in love couple. 

I snagged the form fitting, cropped black cardigan with long sleeves I'd picked out and buttoned it down the front. The skirt, long black, penciled, and high-waisted, hugged my body prettily to stop just at knee length.