angel_freeborn

[SLOW BURN} (CHECK OUT MY NEW MAFIA ROMANCE. OUT NOW!)

"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, frustrated from hearing Fay cry so much, when he hadn't seen her cry in all the years he knew her, tried to go into the room.

Cam stepped into his path, blocking him off.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking down on him.

"Let her be. She needs this," he said.

Cade wasn't buying it. She was strong. He knew her as strong.

He just couldn't reconcile the voice he was hearing with the Fay he knew.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking at the door.

Few minutes later, the hysterical cry stopped.

Both men exchanged glances, anxiously waiting for what was going to happen next.

They straightened up, when the door opened, and Fay stepped out clutching a big journal in her chest.

"Take me to doctor Vera," she said, and continued ahead.

Cade nodded towards Cam, as he immediately went ahead of Fay.

The car stopped at the parking lot, and Fay slowly stepped out of the car, still clutching the journal.

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