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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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130 Chs

SYLUS: Mine?

Harley was mute. I'd never seen her like this—quiet, unsure, and not knowing what to say. It burned a foreign feeling inside of me to see her like this, one that I ached to revel in.  

Heaven. The way she looked: glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, cherry red, trembling lips, the bottom fixed right under her biting teeth... I wanted to do it again. to kiss her.

I inhaled deeply, trying to get a grip, trying to gather some semblance of self-control. It was impossible when all I wanted was to do it—to kiss and imprint the taste of her lips in my mind over and over again.  

She blushed so prettily.  

"W-what? Why are you staring at me like that?" Harley questioned, shooting me an affronted look. 

My gaze moved to her cheek—to where I knew her dimples were, and I stared at them for a moment before brushing a thumb on the one on her left cheek. "You haven't answered my question, Harley."