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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. 

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140 Chs

SYLUS: (R18!)

She was…a virgin. Harley was….

I pulled back, but she grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Where are you going? You...you don't want me anymore? Is that it?" She sounded almost like she could break down, depending on what I gave as an answer.

But she got it all wrong. Oh, god, I wanted Harley so much, I didn't think she would be able to swallow the length of it if she truly knew. 

"I will never not want you, Harley. Fuck, if you know how much I intend to break you, you would never think this." 

"Then…then why?" 

"You can't...not with me," I managed, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I'm sure you would want to do this with someone you love, not with me." 

"Does it matter?" Harley asked desperately. "W-what if I do love you?" 

"Your desire is messing with your head." 

"But I don't want anyone else." She shook her head at me, so vulnerable in a way I have only ever glimpsed that night. "Or do you want someone else to do it with—"