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."
Soulmate
Both Zevian and Evelyn looked in the direction Avery pointed, their eyes wide with surprise. When they saw no one resembling Mr. Igor, they turned back to Avery, who burst out laughing.
"I was joking," Avery mumbled. Zevian's grip on Evelyn loosened as he stepped toward Avery, his eyes blazing with anger. Avery instinctively stepped back, sensing the brewing storm. Before they could continue their argument, Sophia and Annabelle walked toward them.
"Ah, they have the nerve to show up!" Avery muttered under her breath, her lips curling in disdain at Sophia's saccharine smile.
"Your father is sick and couldn't make it to the party, Evelyn. But he has sent his blessings for both of you," Sophia said, masking her husband's absence. William's hatred for Evelyn had only grown after Annabelle's confession online, and that was all that mattered to Sophia.