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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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58 Chs

HARLEY: In Debt

Sylus held my gaze. 

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were running over me, his stare intent. There was a slight tilt to his head as if he were asking and answering questions himself that never left his light, pink lips. In the depth of those stern eyes, something else, like a burning inferno built up, and something in me wanted to take a step back for a second. But I wouldn't, I would never, not because of Sylus Jones.  

He could intimidate me all he wants to get what he wants, but I would never change my mind. My lungs burned, and I realized I'd been holding my breath while keeping up with that unbreaking eye contact.  

"Keep staring at me like that, and I might think you want to kiss me. Do you, Mr. Jones?" Fuck. My heart was pounding like a drum. Could he hear? 

"Keep quiet," he growled at me instead. "I'm thinking."  

I peered at him and couldn't form a sentence. All I could do was arch a brow and shrug. "Take your time. I'll be right here."