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 My Stepsister
Seeing Evelyn pause midway, Benjamin turned to her and asked in Italian, "What's wrong?" Even Margaret noticed her staring at their daughter-in-law's photo as if it troubled her. The elder woman glanced at Ronan, wondering if Evelyn knew about it, but when he shook his head, she sighed in relief.
"Oh, nothing. I just realized I forgot my bag in the car," Evelyn lied, forcing a smile. Turning to Rita, she asked, "Can you get it for me, Rita?"
Rita frowned in confusion, as Evelyn had asked to leave it in the car since she was carrying it for the site. It would have been cumbersome for Rita to carry it around in the house. Still, Rita nodded with a bright smile and quickly hurried out to fetch the bag.
"We tried to get your favorites," Margaret said as they settled at the table. Their lifestyles and cuisines were quite different, but the main chef had managed to prepare something to Evelyn's taste so she wouldn't miss home on the first day.