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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

SYLUS: Look At Me

Best marriage?  

Fuck. "Harley—"

"Sleep on the couch, and you might wake up with a broken finger. Dare me, Sylus." 

I stared at her, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. "You're really crazy. "

"And I said I know that, find something new." Harley groaned at me and got comfortable under the covers of the bed. "It's not my fault my father threw me at you instead of my sisters." There was a sharp edge to her words at that last sentence, pulling a frown from me. 

I sighed with resignation and laid back there for a few minutes, just staring at the ceiling. Amadeo was going to regret kicking me over like this. He knew the kind of trouble he was dumping on me and still did it.  

Cunning bastard!

My hands involuntarily balled into fists, and I turned my head at the sudden sound of heavy breathing.  

No, she couldn't have...

I immediately climbed further into the bed and got a good look at her face. This little… She was asleep.