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."
She is Alive
The next day held a mixture of hope and apprehension for everyone While Annabelle's pregnancy wreaked havoc on Sophia's life, Evelyn was on her way to uncover the truth about her real parents—or so she believed.
Damien parked the car in a narrow alley, with John pulling up their car right behind him. They all stepped out onto the damp, grimy street, where the smell hit them immediately. Avery wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Are you sure it's here?" she muttered, earning a sharp look from Damien and his assistant, who had worked their ass off tracking down this place.
Zevian squeezed Evelyn's hand reassuringly. "I'm right here with you," he whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
Evelyn clung to his arm, her heart pounding as Damien's assistant led them through the narrow, crowded street. Small, single-story houses lined the alley, and the buzz of the crowd mixed with the occasional bark of a stray dog or the oinking of a pig.