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

Cade stopped the car in front of the Atticus mansion, pulling Fay out of her thoughts.

She had gotten all the ammunition she needed from Grant. When the time came, Celine would hear from her.

He honked, and waited for one of the gate guys to open the gates.

"I don't think they're ready to let anyone in," he said after five minutes of waiting.

He did as he was told, a second and a third time.

The third time, the pedestrian gate opened, and a man walked out.

He walked to the car, just as Cade wined down.

He opened her windows, and directed the man behind.

The gate guy frowned, but followed his directions, anyway.

On seeing Fay, he instantly recognized her. How could he forget her? Four years ago, he had been at the gate when the car she was shoved in drove past.

DECLARATION OF WAR