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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: What Did I Tell You?

There, close to the floor-length glass window, Sylus stood, wearing thin black pants that sinfully hung low on his hips and literally nothing else, not even a shirt. I was peeping at him, right from under the duvet, watching the way he would take a sip of his coffee every now and then, his Adam's apple bobbing so handsomely, or the way he frowned because whoever he was talking to on the phone was pissing him off. 

Why did he have to look so good? And now it was even worse having gotten a taste of what he really was like last night. Between the both of us, we knew very well that this was to scratch off the itch, because if we were, to be honest with each other, we wanted each other, it wasn't one-sided. Sylus wanted me, and I wanted him too, now... I just could only sit, wondering if we really did scratch the itch or if—