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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 · Urbano
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140 Chs

HARLEY: I Wish You Died!

The tears flowed down my eyes without any restraint because that man, my father, had told me it was okay to cry. Strength would come afterward, and I believed him. 

Yet, if my lover dies, what would I do? How would I get by without crying my eyes out? There were so many things I hadn't got to do yet. I hadn't got to tell him how much I loved him. How he was the first man to have ever made me feel like this. How he was the first man to give me a taste of what a fairy tale kiss even felt like. How addicted to him I was. How I didn't even think it would ever be possible to live without him, to leave him, or even spend a day without seeing his face, hearing his annoying voice, or even fighting with him.  

I wanted Sylus. My grumpy Jones made everything better. 

A knock suddenly came at the door.