AngelLily

(Warning, rated 18, No Rape) 
 
Harley is a twenty-two year old unwanted daughter of a millionaire businessman, nothing short of a troublemaker to get back at her cruel father. 

When a risky contract arises between her father and the Billionaire Sylus Jones, she is forced into a trial marriage with Sylus—a man who is both an enemy and, strangely, a charm.  

A kind of dislike, hatred, and the need to destroy each other while aware the contract is on the line burns between these two. However, provoking a man like Sylus is probably not the best idea…or the safest. But then again, Harley Legan Eun-kyung has never been good at playing it safe. Things begin to get a lot more complicated when this marriage is unfortunately made public against their initial agreement and plans. 

Can these two keep in mind that this marriage is nothing short of a facade that will end in two months? 
Probably not. But how will they survive this trial marriage when there's nothing to like about each other? When all they do is bicker and fight, hating everything about each other? How will they learn to live with each other? And how will they learn to deal with the burning desire—the flickering need, that had ignited between the two of them, one that proved hard to overlook? 

Each is what the other desires. But each is also what the other hates. 

The Billionaire’s Trial Wife

"Drop your act, I know you are in this insanity with your father. Leave my brother alone while I'm still being nice." Stacy spoke through tight lips, reaching to fist the front of my shirt.

I stepped back and glared at her. "In case you are unaware, I never wanted to marry your brother. If you need more information, ask him. Don't stand there and try to blame me for—"

Sylus mumbled, and I looked at him. He was staring past me at something, and I turned, stopping short at the reporters who had already filled the front of the restaurants, their cameras on.

I immediately forced a smile to stay on my lips and glanced at Stacy, who was also doing the same. Every one of us was smiling, even Mr. Jones, and we gave a slight wave before Sylus stood up from his seat. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine.

"There is no need to be nervous," he said.

"I'm not nervous. Mind your business."

HARLEY: Kiss