angel_freeborn

[SLOW BURN] {HEAVY SMUT FROM CHAPTER 100}

"You can't hurt me anymore, Ace. I'm not that crybaby you used to know," she warned, taking a step back.

"Who said anything about hurting anyone, darling? There's only one place I need to cry for me. One very," his eyes trailed down her body, and stopped between her thighs. "Very moist place." He took two steps forward, and closed the gap between them.

Ace is the legitimate heir to the Atticus dynasty, but there's a condition. Grandpa before his death says he cannot fully inherit everything until he gets married, and stays married for at least a year. 

Quick to think, he finds a solution to his dilemma; A contract marriage. With the help of his personal assistant, Grant, He finds Fay Landon. 

Dainty Fay that cries a lot, and can talk a storm. He vows it's only a marriage of convenience, until the redhead let's her hair down, and shows him the woman behind the tears. 

She falls first, but he falls harder. 

In the middle of the war for a billion dollar empire, heartless Ace Atticus will learn that to come out victorious, he needs a Fay up his sleeve.

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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY

Dressed in an all black attire, with a black veil serving as the linchpin for the funeral look, Fay's Aunt, Lynne Landers sashayed into the living room.

She walked past the gaping family members, and stood right in front of Fay. Before Ace could react, her cold fingers landed on Fay's cheeks. A slap that echoed around the entire room.

"How dare you Fay Landon!" Her voice replaced the echoes of her slap.

Fay grabbed her cheeks, unable to move or speak.

"You better answer me right this minute Fay!" She raised her hand to slap her again, but stopped midair when Ace rose to his feet.

As usual, he towered above the average human, and the grim reaper dressed woman was no exception. He slid in-between them, using himself as a shield.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you," he warned in that deep but calm voice of his.

"And who are you to teach me how to discipline my daughter?" She asked, throwing caution to the wind.

A GRIM REAPING ENTRANCE