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

I peered back at my father, but couldn't utter a word. Instead, I marched up to him, drawing a deep breath before saying, "Can we talk?"

He didn't move immediately, but he did open the door, letting me into his office. I walked in, but I didn't sit down, watching as he took a seat on his office chair. He glanced at me.

"Why are you here?" Amadeo asked. "Is this because of the conference you—"

"No. I know you didn't mean it." I shook my head, saving myself the hurt. "I could never be your precious daughter. You don't have to worry, I'm still very self-aware."

His lips were parted like a dried fish, and whatever he intended to say, he couldn't say it anymore. "I see," he mumbled. "That is good." And he looked away, picking up the documents on his desk. "The deal will be over tomorrow, and you'll come home. Thank you for staying. I appreciate that."

"You do?" I asked the question before I could even ponder it.

HARLEY: Eavesdrop