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5.71% The Billionaire’s Trial Wife / Chapter 8: SYLUS: A Brat With A B

Capítulo 8: SYLUS: A Brat With A B

This had to be some kind of joke. I squinted my eyes at the woman who still laid comfortably on my bed, like she owned it, her hair all over the pillow as if it belonged to her.

I'd returned only to find Harley gone and assumed she listened to my warnings, but I'd unfortunately woken up in the morning to find her asleep on my bed, right next to me.

Did she have a death wish or was she just deaf in one ear? It had to be the latter.

This wasn't what I'd expected, not her! Harley was everything I didn't like—difficult and crazy. There was no sense of idiocy in her eyes; no, she was clever, I can see it. Damn Amadeo, that cunning old bastard. 

An unwanted headache filled me, and I took a deep breath to settle my nerves. Where the heck did she even fit into my life? Harley was uncontrolled, I'd never had to deal with a woman like her, not once in my life. The worst part of it was that she was not in any way bad-looking. She was mixed, American and Korean; I'd already received every piece of data I needed on her. 

Harley was beautiful and slender in all the right ways. Her hair was so black, and her eyes were the palest blue I'd ever seen, big and adorned with dark long lashes that rested atop her under eye. I'd never seen a woman look that good. Mere looking at her, no one would be able to guess the kind of person she was. No, she looked so gentle, soft, and timid in the eyes… until she opened her mouth.  

"I can feel you staring at me even in my dreams. That's very creepy, grumpy Jones." 

Grumpy Jones? Why is she even calling me that? 

She yawned, and I watched her sit up on the bed to stretch her small muscles. I'd find that adorable if she didn't annoy me so much. 

"You still returned to my bed, huh?" I muttered, tugging on a button-up shirt. I walked over to the chair to take a seat and all the while, I could feel her eyes on me. Still, I didn't meet her gaze and instead reached for my cup of coffee and picked up my phone, intent on distracting myself and getting her out of my mind.

"Are you surprised?" she asked. 

I looked at her. 

"Sylus, I never said I was going to leave. I only went to the shower to fix my hair like you wanted. Did you think I wasn't going to come back?" 

Yes, yes, I thought you wouldn't! 

She grinned at me as if she could hear my thoughts and crawled over to the edge of the bed to settle her feet on the floor. 

The headache I felt intensified, and I drew a long hiss. 

"I want to eat, Sylus, so I'm going to brush my teeth. Feed me when I'm back." She bounced on her feet as she headed for my bathroom, and quickly, I frowned. 

"My bathroom? What are you looking for in there?" 

"To brush my teeth, what else?" 

"Don't tell me you have your brush in there." 

"I do." Her smile, annoyingly pretty, stretched wider. "My clothes are even in your closet." She added before I could speak, "Dont worry, I didn't make a mess."

She turned on her heels to leave, but stopped suddenly, a chuckle bubbling out of her. "Sylus, do you know you sleep like a princess, by the way?"

"What?" I snapped, scowling.

"All the while I did this the whole night, you had no idea. You could easily get assassinated." 

Assassinated?  

I huffed a laugh, amused. "You're not a threat and you weren't. I can taste them, feel them, so if you were one, my body would have instictively reacted to your presence and—" I made a pistol sign with my fingers.

And she gasped.

"A bullet would have gone through your head before I'm even fully conscious."

"Ya!" A wide smile bloomed on her face like a child who saw candy for the first time. "That's so hot…"

What the…

I bit into my lip, stifling the laugh that rested on my tongue and stared at her with an incredulous look. "You're unbelivable. Has anyone ever told you you're—" 

"Crazy?" She nodded her head, biting her very red lips with a smile. "Countless times, husband! It's a shame you said I wasn't the kind of woman you'd prefer, because you're in for more disappointment." The smile vanished from her face as she added, "You will not be getting a meek wife out of me, at least until I make you send me back home."

"Send you back home?" My eyes narrowed a fraction, watching her with interest. "You want to disappoint your father?" 

"Bingo," she said evenly. "That is the goal. He threatened me with a lot of things I can't afford to loose, so running away from this marriage is not an option. BUT! If I do get to make you send me back home willingly, then there will be nothing he can do about it."

My displeasure was instantaneous, a match to gasoline, and I asked, "What makes you think I would ever do that?" 

"Oh, you will. You will, husband." Those blue eyes, so pale, they were almost white, narrowed along as her lips stretched into a sure smile. "You will." And she turned, heading for the bathroom. 

The death grip I had on my phone tightened, and I lowered my head with resignation. Harley was a brat with a capital 'B' annoying, irritating, everything you could possibly think of. 

Truly Amadeo Legan's daughter. 

A day only, and she was driving me crazy, I could almost say 'To hell with the contract' but I was a Jones for a reason, and if she thought she could crawl under the skin of a man like me, she was solely mistaken. 

This game she'd created between us, this insanity, she'll end up on the losing end. Sure, she'd won this round, but next time, she wouldn't be able to get away with just bulldozing into my space however she saw fit. 

That much, I can promise my new wife.


Capítulo 9: HARLEY: Ahjussi

"Sylus!" 

My face screwed into a deep frown as I glared at Sylus, who'd dragged me out of the elevator, walking me out of the house. He'd made me dress up this morning without a clue of what was going on, and now he still wouldn't let me know where in the world he was taking me. 

I wriggled, trying to snatch my hand back, but his grip was tight. "Sylus, where are we going?" 

"To see my family." He pulled the door of the BMW open, shoved me into the passenger seat, and locked the seat belt before I could protest. 

"Sylus—" He slammed the door shut in my face, and I watched him angrily from the corner of my eyes as he made his way over to the other side to sit on the driver's seat.

"I don't want to see your family."

 

"You don't have a choice," Sylus said, taking a reverse and speeding off into the road. A bunch of other cars driven by his guards sped after us, and I sat staring at him. "I do have a choice, Sylus. You just don't tell me what to do, and I'll do it. It doesn't work like that!" 

"HARLEY!" His head whipped to my side, and I held his gaze head-on. "I'm sure your father must have filled you in on how this marriage is going to work. You do your part and I do my part! Do not make this difficult."  

"Difficult? Maybe if you'd told me instead of spawning it on me out of the blue, I wouldn't." My tone was flat, devoid of the anger I felt seething inside of me. How many days had it been since the incident? Five? And he was already dragging me off to his family. 

"Harley."

I was annoyed, averting my gaze to the road. "I may or may not make this difficult for you. Next time, you learn to compromise with me and maybe then, I would do my part!"

 

It was abrupt, but he'd driven over to the side, immediately stopping the car. Before I could even raise a brow, he fisted my shirt, jerking me so close that the scent of his cologne choked me. 

I scowled, grabbing his wrist to free myself. "I'll break your fingers, Sylus. Let go." But this man wasn't budging. "Sylus."

He was really angry.

Sylus's grip on my shirt grew tighter and he inhaled deeply before his cold eyes fell back on me. "Do not do this with me, not today. You are going to see my family, it is not up for negotiation."

"But I'd like to negotiate," I bit back.

"There is no room for that," he said, shutting his eyes for a moment. "Not today. My sister is a journalist, it's her job, one which she enjoys and I can't give her a reason to put us on a damn tabloid, do you understand? Just because I am her brother doesn't mean I'm an exception to her writings, she isn't that kind. So this marriage has to work one way or the other. That contract...? It is very important to your father and me."

I started at him, clenching and unclenching my fists before I looked away with a groan. "Just for today?"

"Just for today," he repeated and let go of me, turning the engine back on to speed off down the road. 

The entire ride was in complete silence and opening my eyes was when the car finally came to a stop, the engine turned off. 

I looked up to the massive manor, much smaller than Sylus's house, and chewed on my bottom lip. I was nervous. Sylus didn't understand. I wasn't good with crowds or people I had never met before. They made me feel anxious and out of place, and I hated that feeling.  

"Why are you so nervous?" Sylus asked, abprutly. He'd been watching me every now and then. "Is this too much for you?" 

My eyes immediately snapped to him. "It's none of your business. Don't pretend like you care." And I stormed after him as he glared at me and began walking to the entrance of the manor. 

We stepped in together, and upon arriving at what I believed was a guest dining room, we came to a stop. 

They'd been expecting us. 

A middle-aged man who looked everything like Sylus sat at the head chair, and on the right side of the table, a young woman, curly haired and brown-eyed, sat. She didn't have any resemblance to Sylus, but I knew she was his sister. Her eyes were just as brown as his father's and her hair, it was just as curly as his.

There was no one else, just these two. 

Sylus grabbed my hand, and the closer we got, I hunched, bowing to the old man. "Ahjussi." 

"So this is her?" He was speaking to Sylus, his voice rough and cold.

Sylus gave a nod. "She's Amadeo's last daughter."

The old man completely ignored my existence, but while he pretended not to have his eyes on me, I could feel his peripheral stare, sizing me up as if gauging my value. The sister, on the other hand, was not at all hiding her displeasure. No, she disliked me. Why? I'd never met any of them before. 

I smiled in response to the situation, and the sudden ringing of Sylus's phone had me looking his away. "Give me a minute," he said to his father and left the dining room, leaving me alone with the two.

I felt like a prey.

The middle-aged man looked at me from head to toe. "Have a seat." And I did. I sat down, swallowing the stupid nausea that was building up in my throat. I wasn't afraid, but I didn't like new faces. 

A piece of paper was suddenly slapped onto the table, and I dragged my eyes off Mr. Jones to the paper. "What is this?"

He stared daggers at me as if he expected me to know. 

"Divorce papers, Harley Legan." His wrinkly lips stretched into a deadly grin. "Sign. Them."


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