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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. 

AngelLily · 现代言情
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140 Chs
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HARLEY: Bad Kisser

MR. SYLUS JONES MARRIED A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN. NET WONDERS, WHO IS SHE? WHOSE DAUGHTER IS SHE? WHAT IS HER BACKGROUND?  

Sylus and I were all over the tabloids. The more I stared at the headline, the more I felt a bitter taste on my tongue.  

Whose daughter was I?  

My father was Amadeo Legan, but of course, no one was allowed to know. I was a secret and will always be. I wasn't worthy or good enough to call myself a Legan. I had to keep my mouth shut and stay in the dark as if I didn't exist. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and rubbed my chest to soothe the ache. 

"Are you okay?" Sylus's voice came from behind me, and I turned to stare at him. This was all because of him. I was fine when no one knew I existed and didn't have to question who I was. But now… I suddenly was tasting what it truly felt like to not exist to anyone all over again... And it really wasn't a good feeling.  

It made me want to hate him more.