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

By the time I finally decided to walk into my bedroom, I was met with Harley, who was curled up under the duvet, fast asleep. It was currently twelve p.m., and I'd spent the entire day in my office, adamant about avoiding her at all costs.

I've thought it through, and it just wasn't worth it. If I was going to get over this feeling, I needed Harley out of my life as quickly as possible, because even just standing here and staring at her, curled up so beautifully in that bed, I had the urge to slip in with her, wrap myself around her, and breathe in her scent. Hold her to sleep and wake up with her in my arms.

I turned with frustration only to bump into a little figure who stood with a teddy in her arm and the other free hand rubbing her sleepy eyes.

I arched a brow, tilting my head curiously at the girl, Hana.

"Mr…Angel?" she mumbled. I still couldn't understand what made this little kid think I was some kind of angel.

SYLUS: Her Angel