“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."
Another… Round? Evelyn wondered, her expression clear enough to convey to him what she was thinking. The logical side of her mind screamed "No," but the devil in the corner screamed 'Yes'. It even flashed ideas of new positions they could try and sent hot signals between her thighs, responding that she was ready.
"Alright… But B-be gentle…" Evelyn murmured, lowering her eyes. Her cheeks blushed red at her own words, and she cursed herself for surrendering so easily. She could even barely lift a finger but here she was desiring more for him again.
Zevian left out a small chuckle, making her look up at him in confusion. He had only decided to play along, a little curious what she would do though he had no plans of crossing the limits of her body. She had to go tomorrow to work too.