“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."
Evelyn woke with a throbbing headache, groaning as she sat up in bed. The sharp sun rays filtered through the window, intensifying her discomfort. Rubbing her eyes, she scanned the room, and a frown crept across her lips as she realized she was in Zevian's house.
What happened last night? The only thing she remembered was going to Bobby's bar with Zevian and sharing how they fell in love with the twins.
"Ahhh!" she grumbled as her head pounded, her hands quickly reaching to massage her temples.
"Good morning, Ma'am," Agatha said, smiling as she entered the room to check on her. Placing a coffee tray down on the nightstand, she handed over the hangover tonic Zevian had given her.
"Thank you, Agatha," Evelyn mumbled, drinking the tonic in a few gulps. Her alcohol tolerance was very low, and it seemed like she had drunk quite a lot last night.
"Would you like to have breakfast here, Ma'am?" Agatha asked.