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."
Torturous Teasing!
Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise, the sweet sensation of his lips sending a tremor down her spine. Zevian's other hand reached for her nape, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She closed her eyes and kissed him back with the same fierce intensity, their hearts racing with overwhelming emotions.
Zevian's lips skillfully moved over hers, biting, sucking, and teasing until Evelyn felt weak in the knees. Her hand reached for his hair, running through the soft silk and grabbing it in response to his tease. Their grip on each other tightened, their bodies pressed close, longing and aching to be touched, to be explored.
A gasp left Evelyn's mouth when she felt something hard poking her belly, and Zevian seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He tasted every corner, while her tongue danced with his, fighting for dominance.