The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot
“I will let you be on top from tonight, please don’t divorce me, darling!” ----- Evelyn’s fairytale life shattered when a stranger stormed in, claiming to be the real daughter of the Wright family with proof. Her enviable privileges? Stripped away. Her spotless reputation? Tarnished. Her four-year engagement? Abruptly annulled. But the worst betrayal came from her once-loving father, all set to marry her off to settle a business score—with a man twice her age! Everyone in the circle attended this scandalous wedding, eager to witness the downfall of the supposed fake heiress. Yet, the climax was not what even Evelyn had anticipated! Zevian Reign, the nation’s richest tycoon, known for being every woman’s fantasy and the nightmare of all his rivals, made a dramatic entrance. His arrival stunned the guests, but his brazen wish was even more startling! He casually demanded to replace the groom and marry the beautiful bride. No one dared to challenge, nor did anyone have the guts to disobey him. They were left with no choice but to watch the wedding unfold. And it was Evelyn’s time to smirk, for she was now the devil’s wife. And all those who had ruined her, they would pay back in tenfold! ++++ [Excerpt] "Why would I ditch my husband for a loser?" Evelyn chuckled, crossing her arms defiantly. "He is better than him in all the aspects." Her gaze drifted to her ex-fiancé nearby, and she continued with a smirk, "Actually, a lot better in bed." As Annabelle’s face flushed with disdain, Evelyn patted her back and leaned in to deliver another slap. "So, good luck with licking my leftovers, dear step-sister. He's a perfect match for you."
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The next day, Kiana was the most excited, waking up early and running around the house with infectious joy. Everyone was glad to see her so happy, hoping that this first family picnic would lead to many more in the future.
Zevian, who had worked all night, made sure to clear his schedule for the day. He strictly warned his assistant not to call him, since Brandon had a knack for getting flustered over minor issues, often bothering him even on his days off. Checking the time that was ticking past eleven, he went to get ready, choosing a pair of shorts and a loose shirt. He took out his best sunglasses that would go with it before walking into the shower.
Meanwhile, Evelyn adamantly shook her head at the little bikini suits Avery had bought for her. "I'm not wearing any of these," she declared, walking to her wardrobe to pick out something more decent.