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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"I'm going to investigate my damn self!" Fay declared moments later, jumping to her feet.

"What? Have you lost your mind? You can't go out there on your own. Stay back, and allow me to handle it," Ace said.

"No," she shook her head violently. "That's my grandfather we're talking about. He saved me in ways I cannot even begin to explain. I'll die if anything happens to him. I have to go." She insisted, walking towards her closet.

Ace ran a frustrated hand through his hair, as he exchanged glances with Landon.

Landon understood, and nodded to show that he did.

Turning around, he walked out of the room, leaving them alone.

Ace walked up to Fay, as she tussled through her bag in search of clothes.

"Hey, you need to calm down. I think we can only approach this with a calm mind," he said, holding her hand.

She spun round, and faced him with a heaving chest.

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