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#R18
#COMEDY
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#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#CEO
#FASTPACED
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
140 Chs
#R18
#COMEDY
#GENIUS
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#CEO
#FASTPACED
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#ARRANGEDMARRIAGE

HARLEY: Adoption

Three light knocks came at the door.  

I settled Hana down on the bed and stood up, walking over to the door. It couldn't be Sylus, he'd been gone the entirety of yesterday, and I haven't seen him since after what happened between the both of us. Was he avoiding me? Didn't he want to come home anymore?  

Cicily was the one at the door. 

"Good evening, Ms." She gave me a huge, warm smile. 

"Evening, Cicily," I responded to the gesture. "Is everything alright?" 

She nodded at me before stretching something out to me. I lowered my gaze to the packaged files she held and looked at her face. "What is this?" 

"I'm not sure," she responded. "I was taking out the emails, including any that may have come in for Mr. Jones, and I saw this. It's for you."