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."

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Damien, equally surprised, opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. "Erm, I am sleepy too! I'll go home and return in the morning," he said, pressing his lips to hide his chuckle. He quickly evacuated the room, leaving the couple alone.

"Here?" Zevian asked, raising an eyebrow.

Evelyn nodded, not catching the mischief in his voice. As Damien walked out, closing the door to their VIP room, she felt much more relaxed, and the urge to get a hug from Zevian intensified.

"Well, that's not a good idea," Zevian replied in a serious tone. When Evelyn frowned, thinking he felt the double bed was too small, he scratched his brow and continued, "You're still sick and need a lot of rest."

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