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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
分數不夠
140 Chs

SYLUS: Harley Is My Daughter

Amadeo swallowed back whatever he ate that seemed to rise to his throat and adjusted in his seat. 

"So, you complained about my daughter, Vivian," he murmured. It wasn't a question, because he clearly already knew what she'd done.  

I looked at him and raised a displeased brow. "Why haven't you done anything about it?"  

"Like what?" He gave me a skeptical look, and my hard gaze cut him. 

"Amadeo." I sounded so serious, the kind I never usually showed, not if I didn't want to scare off the people I worked with. He was startled, his eyes widening in shock, then narrowed slowly as if he were assessing me. "The one mistake you're going to make is going in a roundabout with me. Do you think I entertain the thought of being here, wasting my time?"