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

Save for the distant sound of Fay's sob, the room was awkwardly silent.

Marilyn had her face stuck to the window, the bleakness of the day, encapsulating her.

For Alice, she just wanted Fay to eat. The poor girl looked worn out, and completely exhausted. If only she could eat, she'd be fine.

At the door, Ace watched Fay. He didn't know why he returned to the room. All he knew was that halfway walking through the halls of the hospital, he paused, unable to resume walking. It wasn't until he turned back, and sauntered into the room, did he feel relieved.

It was a strange feeling for him. One that made him question a lot of things, and nothing at the same time. Seeing her cry gnawed at his heart. Irritated his ears too, but that was a given.

He hated tears. Ever since his father's funeral where virtually everyone bawled their eyes out, even those who didn't give a fuck about him, he had thought it a performative action at best.

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