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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: Something Red And Tasty

My head was drowning in a migraine, thinking of how to deal with what I'd just discovered about my work and the troublemaker I had seated next to me. Harley was staring at me oddly like I'd asked the stupidest question. 

Of course, I didn't tell her we would be going to my private restaurant, and that's because I made that decision on a whim. Why I did it, I have no idea. Fuck, I'm losing my mind.  

I glanced at her. Her arms were folded, her lips tipped in a heavy frown. She was upset. 

Who knows what she will do when we get there? Sure, there wouldn't be anyone there except us, but those waiters and chefs were my workers too, I couldn't risk it, so I turned to look at her. "Harley."  

"What?" She still wouldn't spare me a look.