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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

SYLUS: Mine

I stared up at her and the edges of my lips dipped as I smiled dearingly. "I'm not leaving you. I would never, infact, be stuck with me. No matter where you might possibly be able to go, I'll find you, I'll always find you and I will bring you right back to me, where you belong. Besides, I'm hurting for you, so you're going to take care of me." 

She burst into laughter at my words, noting the amused look on my face. "Kiss me," I said. She didn't hesitate, slanting her lips against mine and catching me in a nice slow kiss, once that oh heaven, I have missed even in all the times I was unconscious. 

"Mine." Her sudden word caught me off guard and I looked into her eyes, her face just an inch away from mine and her lips hovering over mine. "Mine. You're mine, Sylus. Only mine." 

I have missed her, I have missed my crazy wife. "Yours. All yours, dimples." I wanted to go home, to get out of these confined unfamiliar walls. "I want to go home."