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."
Final Goodbye
"It's Katherine's death anniversary."
Evelyn regretted mentioning the date, cursing herself for forgetting such an important detail. It also was slightly understandable why Sabrina had been going crazy for the past few weeks, picking on Zevian whenever she had the chance since her daughter's fifth anniversary was just around the corner.
Zevian sighed again and looked at the setting sun, his heart tightening with mixed emotions. For the first time in these suffocating five years, he wasn't feeling worse or blaming himself for whatever happened that day. And he was not sure if this was the right thing to do if he even deserved to think this way.
Evelyn held onto his hand with both her hands, her touch, her mere presence calming the storm swirling within him. She gently caressed his hand and murmured, "Let's bid final goodbye to her."