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."
Special Gifts
"Is Kia asleep?" Evelyn asked as they finished talking about what all things happened in the mansion. Zevian fell into an odd silence and she didn't want to talk about it anymore.
"She was tired since they had some dance practice in school," Zevian replied, his fingers moving to touch the loose strands of her hair. Evelyn stiffened as his hand played with the wet strands before he turned her around and made her sit on the bed.
Taking out the hairdryer, he plugged it in on the nightstand socket and faced her.
"I will do it myself," Evelyn murmured, her cheeks lightly flushed, definitely from the shower of course. But Zevian didn't hear her and forced her to sit up on the ottoman.
Pulling her hair back, Zevian gently started drying, worried she might catch a cold. While his eyes were fixed on her hair, Evelyn's were fixed on his face, the tender expression that made her feel giddy. Meeting him again was sure the best gift of her life.