“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."
[Zevian's House]
Evelyn slipped into her baby blue loungewear, the soft cotton top and loose shorts comfortable against her skin. She carefully checked the bandage on her arm, ensuring it was secure, before stepping out of the bathroom.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she spotted Avery fast asleep beside Kiana on the bed, both clearly drained from the day's drama. Tugging them under the blanket, she gently walked out of the room, shutting the door. With a silly grin, she padded down the stairs, her mind lighter than it had been all day.
When she reached the kitchen, she paused at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. There he was—her charming, handsome, hard-working husband, cooking for her.
Zevian had changed into a grey shirt and loose black pants, his muscles flexing subtly as he stirred something in a bowl. His tousled hair framed his face perfectly, and Evelyn couldn't help but admire him in silence, feeling her heart swell in joy.