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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

SYLUS: New Statement

My head ached angrily as I stared at the statement on the screen of my computer. Harley had sent in another statement to Adam, which was no different from the last statement she figured out for me. Someone was still stealing money from me, and unlike before, the tackily framed statement was clear as day.  

I grabbed the printed statement on my desk and stormed out of the office, heading downstairs to Avi's office. The door was locked when I arrived there, and it made me furrow my brows. Why would he lock the door of his office? Reina surely wasn't there with him. She'd dragged Harley off with her.

"Avi." My knuckles met the door. He didn't answer immediately, and only after the second knock came in did he open the door. I frowned at him. "Why did you lock your door? Not that I care though."