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."
Proposal
Evelyn tried to wiggle out from beneath Zevian, but the soapy floor betrayed her, causing her to slip again. Her movements, though innocent, were making the situation much more complicated. Each attempt to shift only made her more aware of Zevian's proximity, and suddenly, she felt something firm poking against her lower waist.
Her eyes widened in realization, her breath catching in her throat. The sensation was impossible to ignore, and a flush of heat crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. The teasing nature of their position wasn't lost on her, and she stifled a nervous laugh, trying not to make things even more awkward.
"Evelyn, stop moving," Zevian warned, his voice a husky murmur. He was clearly just as flustered, trying to keep his composure while his body responded in ways that were out of his control. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of embarrassment and something much deeper, more intimate.