“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."
Evelyn's mind raced at the man's words, trying to process the shocking news and get clues of it. The possibility that… Gracia might be alive… It sent a shiver down her spine, her heart almost afraid to believe it.
Her thoughts raced back to the moments with Mariam, the woman had babbled seemingly nonsensical words about Gracia's death, and now with Reema gone, Evelyn couldn't shake the suspicion that there was more to the story. It unsettled her, making her question not just about Gracia's death but everything she had chosen to accept about her past, her birth until now.
Avery equally stunned came out of her daze. She quickly thanked the middle-aged man and turned to her friend. Placing a hand on Evelyn's arm, she brought her back to the present and suggested softly, "We need to call Damien! He will surely help us find them quickly."