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."
Blind Date
"We're taking a bike?" Zevian asked with a frown, his eyes shifting from the sleek motorcycle Elias had just brought to Evelyn standing beside him. He had been a little worried when she mentioned a long drive earlier, having given up racing or even driving after that fateful accident.
"Yep!" Evelyn nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She sported a sleek black rider's jacket and snug black jeans borrowed from Avery, contrasting with his stylish brown hoodie and blue cargo jeans.
"Be careful," Elias warned Evelyn, handing her his helmet and a pair of protective riding gloves. He shot Zevian a glance as if silently wishing him luck. After hugging his sister, Elias hopped into the car his butler had driven from Wright Mansion.
"When did you learn to ride?" Zevian asked as Elias departed, leaving them alone. He guessed it must have been while working on Avery's Delta projects, amused by her confident stance.