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

It was finally time to go home. Sylus stood, his gaze fixed down on me. I touched him, tracing the curve of his jaw with the pad of my finger.

"No. I'm touching you." I slid my thumb over his bottom lip before cradling his face. "Do you want me to stop?"

His eyes flashed, and he leaned more into my touch, his hands coming up to grab my wrists. His lips brushed against mine before it mellowed into a slow, soft kiss. Fingers gently brushed into my hair, and I heard him exhale like he was finally where he wanted to be.

"Don't stop." He closed his eyes before resting his head against my shoulder and burying his face in my neck. "I like you touching me."

"We're not going to go home at this rate."

He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You are home. But I do want to leave this place. It's suffocating here."

HARLEY: Which Is?