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

My heart bled. I cried, kept crying.

"I'm…sorry," was all I could mutter. She was right. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. But if Sylus hadn't fallen in love with me, he wouldn't be in this situation now. The reality still ripped me open.

"He told them," she pointed at her father and Caden. "He freaking told them he loved you. But you...you don't even love him. No, all you did was hurt my brother. Oh, I wish you died! I wish you fucking died, and if he doesn't make it, I will kill you. I swear, I will kill you."

"ENOUGH!" Christophe barked at her, snapping her shut. "Keep quiet and say no more."

"Naneun geuleul salanghanda, ahjussi," I murmured, turning to Christophe. "I love him. Yes, I love him." In so many ways, more than those three words could present. "And I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. I would take his place if I could, but I don't even know what to do."

HARLEY: But I’ll Be Waiting For You