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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: Trust Me

We crashed through the door of our room, my lips on hers, taking her and making Harley mine. I slipped off her jacket, lifting her so her legs came around my waist, She cupped my cheek, deepening the kiss, tilting her head so our lips could mold perfectly. 

"Gosh, Harley, I want to have you so bad," I breathed once we pulled back, my eyes burning with desire. "I've been wanting to, since back at the base. You're so fucking beautiful." 

She gave me a grin before biting her bottom lip, desire equalling mine swirling in her eyes. "I'm all yours." 

And I dropped her into the bed, moving in to climb after her, but my phone began to suddenly ring, earning a frown from me. I was going to kill whoever it was calling me on the other end. 

Glancing at the screen, a groan bubbled in my throat, seeing the name 'Emilia'. Why would my assiatent suddenly be calling me? I'd strictly let her know calling my private number was only for emergencies. 

"Emilia?"