Zelra

“I will let you be on top from tonight, please don’t divorce me, darling!”

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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!

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[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."

The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot

Evelyn felt her whole body heat up at his touch, his low, seductive voice sending a shiver down her spine. She sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers deliberately grazed her thigh before reaching the gun she had been hiding under her gown all this time.

Wait, so he meant the gun?! The thought hit her hard, and she looked up at him, her eyes widening in realization. Her cheeks so bright red that she could see its reflection in his midnight-black eyes.

Zevian gracefully removed the gun from the holster pouch around her leg and stepped back, the smirk on his face never faltering. Evelyn heaved a sigh, one she had been holding long enough to feel suffocated, her earlier embarrassment replaced by anger as she glared at him. His knowing smirk said it all—he was playing with her!

An amused smile spread across Zevian's face as he checked the gun and clicked his tongue finding zero bullets inside. "Were you planning to shoot someone?" he asked, looking up at her.