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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."

Zelra · Urbano
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213 Chs

Henpecked Husband

[AWE Headquarters]

Avery didn't have the courage to open the door to the conference room. Even with the frosted glass separating her from the people inside, she could already feel the gates of the afterlife wide open for her. The man inside, her dear cousin would slice off her head the moment he saw her face. 

"Is the door stuck?" her assistant Bella asked with a frown. Her boss had been gripping the handle for so long that she couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong.

"I wish it was," Avery replied, laughing awkwardly to release the tension. But when Bella's frown deepened, questioning if it was her boss's head that had lost some screws, Avery returned to her previous expression of silent pleading, 'Save me, Lord.'

"Let's not keep them waiting," Bella pressed gently, nudging Avery forward. She stepped ahead and opened the door, motioning for her boss to enter. Defeated, Avery gave up on her last hope of survival.