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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
Peringkat tidak cukup
140 Chs

SYLUS: Are You Sick

Harley pulled the knife out and straightened up on her feet. Then she walked to stand behind Olive. Into his left shoulder, she lodged the knife. "This is for kidnapping for a second time." 

"And this is for shooting me," She went for the other shoulder. All the while I was watching, unable to say a word or move my eyes away. The knife went into Olive's left kneecap first, making him cry the hardest he'd done since Harley started what he was doing to him. 

A frown suddenly etched onto my face as I came to remember something. My sister, I had to know just how he manipulated my sister into everything she did. So I stood up and walked over to him, my hand gripping his jaw in a not so gentle way—one that had him hissing in pain. 

"My sister, what did you say to her to make her do what she did?"