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

Ace was going to carry Fay into her room, but subconsciously ended up in his room. As he laid her on his bed, he wiped the single tear that rolled down her face.

She opened her eyes that were shut tight, and just stared at him. He was a beautiful man. She could never get tired of whispering that fact, albeit, deep in her heart.

His eyes were so blue, and so warm.When he was relaxed, they looked so clear. But when pissed, they darkened.

It fascinated her. Staring at him like this, intrigued her. A painting brought to life by the finest brush. Probably a golden one.

Yet, when she opened her mouth to speak, the first words that came out were not about his looks. "My Aunt isn't really going to be arrested, is she?" She asked in a barely audible voice.

He sighed when her words drifted into his ears. He could never understand sentimental attachments to family members who proved disruptive.

THE BEGINNING OF A STORM