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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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SYLUS: Sick

Harley and I walked into the company and the entire crew were waiting as if they knew I was coming. They all bowed, welcoming me back to the company. 

I honestly would have very much preferred if no one knew of my situation, but it was impossible. They would wonder, most couldn't even make a decision without my consent or thoughts. 

I nodded at them, smiling as best as I could. I didn't let go of Harley's hand, walking to the elevator with her. We stepped. in and the door chimed close. 

"Well, that was overwhelming," Harley said. 

I chuckled, turning and grabbing the collar of her coat to pull her into a deep kiss. Stopping and breaking apart was only when the doors chimed open. We lifted our heads to a bunch of employees who wanted to use the elevator. 

Harley cleared her throat, stepping out first before I followed after her. We walked to my office and she strolled over, dropping into her seat. "Sylus, I don't feel so good this morning."