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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 · 都市
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140 Chs

HARLEY: And You Are Mine

Nothing was heard, but the piercing cry of the man. His knee was bleeding, body trembling like he was having a seizure. 

"Painful isn't it?" I asked, drawing a deep breath. "If you will just tell us the truth, Mr. Romero, we'll let you go. There would be no need for this pain. We don't want anything from you, just…Olive."

"You're just gonna kill him!" Romero screamed at me. 

I shook my head at him. "No we won't." 

"Liar!" His eyes were bulging out of his head at this point. "You'll kill him! I know you will." 

"And I'm telling you that we won't." I spoke to him as calmly as possible. "I just want to have a little talk with Olive, I have got some questions, so let me know where he is." 

The man still wouldn't talk. And I filled the pistol with another bullet, positioning it at his his right kneecap. "Ten," 

"Nine," 

"Eight," 

"Seven," 

"Six," 

"Five," 

"Four," 

"Three,"