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

"You've gone too far this time, Ace!" The matriarch yelled as she stormed into her room.

"Far?" He scoffed, slamming the door shut behind him. "I barely did enough. I should have killed him!"

She spinned around, her chest puffing and her nose flaring. "You will watch your tongue in my presence! That is my son you're talking about!"

"And I am your grandson. The heir to this fucked up clown of a family. Where everyone would rather walk in shells than tell the fucking truth!" He ran a hand across his hair in frustration.

"First of all, watch your tone! Secondly, what truth are you talking about?"

"That you last son is a degenerate piece of shit, who runs around doing Celine's dirty work, and also tried to sexually assault my wife. And don't even dare tell me about hearsay, because I saw it with my very own eyes."

"And you're sure you saw or heard correctly? You've not considered the po—"

A THREAT AND A DISAPPEARANCE