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#R18
#CEO
#DRAMATIC
#SEDUCTIVE
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE
#RICHFAMILY
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#BIGSHOT
#FLASHMARRIAGE

THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

[SLOW BURN} (CHECK OUT MY NEW MAFIA ROMANCE. OUT NOW!) "You can't hurt me anymore, Ace. I'm not that crybaby you used to know," she warned, taking a step back. "Who said anything about hurting anyone, darling? There's only one place I need to cry for me. One very," his eyes trailed down her body, and stopped between her thighs. "Very moist place." He took two steps forward, and closed the gap between them. Ace is the legitimate heir to the Atticus dynasty, but there's a condition. Grandpa before his death says he cannot fully inherit everything until he gets married, and stays married for at least a year. Quick to think, he finds a solution to his dilemma; A contract marriage. With the help of his personal assistant, Grant, He finds Fay Landon. Dainty Fay that cries a lot, and can talk a storm. He vows it's only a marriage of convenience, until the redhead let's her hair down, and shows him the woman behind the tears. She falls first, but he falls harder. In the middle of the war for a billion dollar empire, heartless Ace Atticus will learn that to come out victorious, he needs a Fay up his sleeve. THIRD MONTH OF WIN-WIN. PLEASE SUPPORT ME WITH YOUR VOTES, COLLECTIONS, REVIEWS, COMMENTS, AND GIFTS. THANK YOU.

angel_freeborn · Urbano
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#R18
#CEO
#DRAMATIC
#SEDUCTIVE
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE
#RICHFAMILY
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#CONTRACTMARRIAGE
#BIGSHOT
#FLASHMARRIAGE

TIPTOE

Fay's heart clamped when the car stopped moving. It only meant one thing; they were back to Ace's house.

She wasn't sad because she would have to go into her big bedroom, and sleep in her big bed, whilst having servants at her beck and call. She was sad because despite her earlier reservations, she had actually enjoyed her time with the matriarch, and now it was time to say goodbye.

"Until another day," the matriarch said as if reading her thoughts.

"Sorry?" She whipped her head towards her.

"I said, we'll meet up another day. I'll show you the redesign plan for Glam, and you'll tell me your thoughts. Deal?" She stretched out her hand.

"No."

"No?" Her brow lifted.

"I prefer a pinky promise," Fay said, projecting her pinky finger.

The matriarch laughed heartily. "You're such a breath of fresh air, Fay. A really amazing breath of fresh air." Her smile remained, as she locked in her pinky finger with her grandson's wife.