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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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SYLUS: Harley…Crying?

Harley's eyes grew wide, her ears boiling crimson. 

That shouldn't have made me smile, but I couldn't help it. Something primal in me loved Jealous Harley, even if she wouldn't admit it. 

She stiffened when I rubbed a thumb across her bottom lip and quickly stepped away from me. "I wasn't jealous. W-w-why would I be? And stop touching me without my permission." 

I chuckled. So prickly

Before I could formulate any kind of response to further piss her off, my phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket to find Leo's number on the screen.

"Leo?" I answered, walking away from Harley. 

"Boss, you need to check out the tabloid." 

"What's wrong?" 

"Well… It's about your wife. I'm not sure who wrote it." 

I quickly hung up the phone, picking up my tablet from the desk to swipe into my browser.