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

After one long hour of trying to get Dream to calm down, she finally fell asleep in Fay's arms.

Fay didn't last too long either. Soon as her daughter found peace in the arms of sleep, she also slept.

She woke up to the sound of her daughter moving away from her.

"Good morning, mummy!" Dream replied in a chirpy voice that got Fay confused.

"Good morning, baby. Are you okay?" She asked the little girl that had rolled out of bed, and was making her way out of the room.

"I'm fine, mummy," she replied with a little shrug of her shoulders.

"Are you sure? Come here, let's talk."

"But I have to get ready for school."

Fay's mouth hung open, not exactly sure what was going on.

"Are you sure you want to go to school today? You don't have to," She said cautiously.

"Daddy is fine!" She protested firmly.

GRIEF - A STRANGE CONCEPT