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

"Before you tell me what you're about to tell me, can I ask a question please?" Fay asked in a soft voice.

"Sure," he said, but deep down, he was a little apprehensive.

Despite how hard he tried not to overthink things, his mind went to Reign. Perhaps, she was about to ask him about Reign.

If she did, he wasn't sure he had an answer for her. His time with Reign felt like a lifetime ago. He couldn't even remember what it felt like to be her boyfriend.

"My Aunt. Is she alright? Is she with my cousins now?"

His anticipation dropped like a flunked dodge ball pass. That was it? Her big question was about her aunt?

"She should be. I told them to let her go, but with a fine. I also told them to ensure a restraining order is placed, so she never bothers you again."

He expected to see an appreciative smile on her face. At least, a sigh of relief. Instead, a surge of panic ran through her eyes, as she casted a glance his way.

FOOLISH HOPE