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."
Stabbed And Thrown Away
Six Years Ago
Over the next few days, Evelyn buried herself in her studies, searching for internships for her first college summer break. The disastrous date with Zevian had almost slipped from her mind. In contrast, Zevian found his thoughts frequently drifting to Evelyn, more often than he cared to admit. Though he had apologized through Avery, and Evelyn had accepted it, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Avery's scolding for his rudeness toward her best friend triggered Zevian's memory. Evelyn was the same girl who had tricked him years ago at Avery's 13th masquerade birthday party. The image of a young girl in a heavy gown using him to escape a ballroom always brought a smile. Now, fate had given him another chance, which he had promptly ruined.
One afternoon, as Evelyn set up books at her booth for a fundraiser event, she heard footsteps approaching. Without looking up, she continued her task, assuming it was another student.