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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

Ridiculous Agreement

Evelyn's initial shock morphed into confusion as she studied the woman's face more closely. No, this wasn't Katherine from Zevian's wedding photos. 

The woman standing before her in a knee-length floral dress was familiar, but not in a way she could immediately place. Her striking burgundy hair and petite frame nagged at Evelyn's memory.

A frown pulled at Evelyn's lips as she observed how her husband gently coaxed the woman to sit, his hand lingering on her arm as he asked the maids for water. Their closeness was palpable, and Evelyn's stomach twisted.

"Who is she?" Evelyn whispered to Avery, who stood beside her, sharing in her surprise.

"That's Catherine Mallor," Avery replied quietly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "She's a pianist from Qubarc and one of Dominic's closest friends. She's been around Zevian and Kiana for years."