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."
Deserves To Die
The bullet whizzed past Evelyn, so close that she could feel the rush of air against her skin. Her mind went blank for a second, the sheer terror of it freezing her in place. But luckily, it didn't hit her. Instead, it grazed her arm, the sharp sting of the wound snapping her back to reality.
"Eva!" Zevian's voice cut through the chaos, his strong arms pulling her out of the line of fire before the girl could take another shot.
John, who had already settled in the driver's seat, tensed hearing his master's voice. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror, assessing the situation. Luckily, their car was heavily bulletproof, and the stray bullet had ricocheted off the top of the vehicle with a dull thud. But the outside noises of the crowd that had gathered at the scene were enough to startle Kiana, who stirred in the backseat.
"M-mommy?" Kiana's soft, sleepy voice broke the tension. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear mingling in her innocent gaze.