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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 · perkotaan
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140 Chs

HARLEY: Smile!

I swallowed audibly.  

What the…? Why...why would he say that to me? I'd suddenly gone numb. I couldn't voice out, nor even put up a fight like I always did, I was completely dumbfounded.  

"What do you say, dimples?" Sylus snaked his fingers through my hair, tugging my head closer. "Should I?"  

I hated the way I flushed at his actions, every word that left his mouth. He was right. It was just a kiss, and I didn't understand why I was acting this way. Every man was the same, except they weren't so illegally hot, they didn't look angelic even dressed in complete black. They didn't have eyes, so green and pretty for a man, it often felt like a trap staring right into it. 

"D-don't." Was that a thought, or did I actually say that out loud? I wasn't sure, but if I did, that would be so much better. We shouldn't be doing this, we never should.