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

Fay held on to the tip of the umbrella, stroking it gently. Her mind filtered past the present, and wandered to just a couple of minutes before.

Alexander had come in like an Angel, handing her a shield. It was a pretty dramatic description, but that was how she felt at that moment.

He told her things that were not very appropriate for a wife to hear. But a wife? Was she really one? What made one a wife. One minute, she was serving guests at one of the biggest restaurants in the City, a job she got by chance, and the next, she was marrying this man for money.

"This man?" Her thoughts echoed, as she catapulted out of her head.

From the corner of her eyes, she searched his face. His eyes were clouded by an expression she couldn't decipher. But traveling down his hand, she could tell he was furious. It was his grip on the steering. The way the veins in his hands stood.

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