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."
Master Manupilator
"Vincent?" Even Damien frowned. The Blake heir had never been on his suspect list. The worst he had considered were Sophia or Sabrina—both women with plenty of reasons to loathe Evelyn.
Zevian's eyes narrowed, his thoughts mirroring Damien's. Without a word, he flicked the dart, its point driving deep into Monu's palm.
"Ahhh! I'm telling the truth!" Monu screamed, the sharp pain shooting through his hand as another dart pierced his flesh. When Zevian paused, eyes cold and unyielding, Monu pleaded, "Why would I lie when I'm this close to death?"
"Fool," Damien muttered with a disdainful snicker. "If you knew the consequences, why did you even take the job?" His question cut through the air, and Monu knew any false answer wouldn't save him.
"I have stage 3 lung cancer," Monu confessed, a twisted smile creeping back onto his face. "I was dying anyway, so I thought, why not go out leaving a mark?"