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#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#STRONGFL
#HEIRESS
#GROVELLINGEX

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."

Zelra · Urban
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222 Chs
#R18
#REVENGE
#CEO
#DRAMATIC
#FACESLAPPING
#BUSINESSWOMAN
#LOVEAFTERMARRIAGE
#STRONGFL
#HEIRESS
#GROVELLINGEX

He Was Her Strength

Evelyn's heart sank as she saw Gracia's face pale, her body unmoving. Panic surged through her veins, her breath hitching in fear. "Mom!" she cried, patting Gracia's cheeks urgently, her hands trembling. "Mom, wake up!"

Her voice cracked with desperation as she shook Gracia gently, then firmly, hoping to elicit a response. The coolness of Gracia's skin sent chills down Evelyn's spine. Her chest heaved as dread began to settle in her stomach.

"Rita! Rita!" Evelyn shouted, her voice echoing in the room as she struggled to lift Gracia onto the bed. Tears blurred her vision, but she kept going, her resolve unshaken despite her growing fear. "Mom, please!" she whispered, her voice breaking as she sprinkled water onto Gracia's face.

Rita burst into the room, her face etched with worry at the sight of Evelyn crouched beside Gracia, her panic palpable.

"What happened?" Rita gasped, rushing to the bed.