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."
Rented For Lifetime
Zevian's eyes widened as Evelyn yanked him closer, her lips capturing his in a sweet yet electrifying kiss. His grip tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her top as heat flared between them.
Evelyn pulled back slightly after a small peck, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. For a split second, time seemed to stop—emotions swirling in their eyes, too strong to ignore.
Then, without a word, Zevian reclaimed her lips in a fervent kiss. Startled, Evelyn's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her as his wet lips crashed into hers. This was no gentle peck—it was heated, passionate, and urgent.
Zevian kissed her as though he had been waiting for this forever, and Evelyn's body instinctively responded. Her knees weakened and she shifted in his lap, straddling him. She could feel his body tense beneath her, his warmth radiating into her, clouding her mind with thoughts of nothing but him.