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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Sophia felt a wave of dread wash over her, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands trembled as she searched for Evelyn's contact on her phone. Yes, she hated Elias now, but not to the point of harming him. Evelyn could never use him to get to her! Desperately, she dialed Evelyn's number, but after several attempts, there was no answer. Each unanswered call only heightened her anxiety.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Evelyn picked up.

"Where is Eli?" Sophia demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

Evelyn frowned at the question. "How would I know?" she replied, walking away from the group of ladies. Avery smiled at the elder woman, excusing herself by saying it was a company call. Gracia's mood didn't look good, and they didn't want to worsen it. She needed to celebrate this night, not drown in bitterness.

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