“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 tried to get up, but Zevian's hand slipped beneath her loose top, gripping her waist tightly and causing her breath to hitch. A storm of feelings surged within her—excitement, anxiety, and desire—all mingling together in a chaotic dance. As Zevian moved closer, just to tease her, she instinctively shut her eyes tight, bracing herself for what seemed inevitable. It wasn't like she didn't want to kiss him; in fact, she craved it.
Zevian smiled at her reaction, his eyes locked on her sweet, full lips. His heart pounded harder, screaming for the chance to kiss her now that she was completely sober and clearly eager. Every fiber of his being was electrified with desire, the need to taste her lips overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, he closed the gap between their faces, their lips tantalizingly close.
But before he could capture her lips in a sweet kiss, a sudden shriek startled both of them. "Boss!"