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

"Can I get the defibrillator please? Someone get me the defibrillator!" Alexander screamed, as he dashed into the room.

The chaos he expected to meet, was unlike the silence he did actually meet. The nurses and interning doctors stood with their heads bowed in shame. His eyes went to the bed, and found Fay still in the same position he left her.

No one spoke for fear of being used as a scapegoat. The scowl on the doctor's face, which was an expression they hardly ever saw, told them all they needed to know about the current state of his temperament.

"I believe I asked a question," he tried again, gentler this time.

"I— I swear the monitor beeped. She heaved for breath. But when I called out for help, she suddenly stopped. I didn't have the time to announce it was a false alarm, before everyone trooped into the room," One of the brighter students of her graduating class, Sarah Davis said.

FALSE ALARM