angel_freeborn

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"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 stepped out of her car to see what the hold up was with the car repairer guy that had already arrived, when a taxi pulled into the building, and stopped just beside her.

She frowned, as the taxi door opened and its driver stepped out.

The man walked up to her, a friendly expression on his face.

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm Ronald from Elite driving company. I was sent to pick you up, and bring you home," he introduced himself, and even brought out a card from his pocket to hand over to her.

Fay's eyes found her driver's, and his confusion mirrored her expression.

"I only told grandpa I was stranded here. Could he have sent the driver?" She questioned him.

"I think so. The elite driving company is a very popular company. It's legit," her driver replied.

"Alright. Should we get going then? The repair guy should be able to handle the car on his own."

MEETING OF THE ELITES