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

<p>Sophia fell, her body hitting against the rocks, the impact jarring and painful. She was clueless, trembling, not sure what had happened. It was then she realized a rope was tied around her waist all this time. She had been so scared and panicked at the sight of Ronan that she failed to notice earlier. The rough texture of the rope bit into her skin, but it was the only thing keeping her from plummeting to her death.</p>

<p>A sigh of relief escaped her mouth as someone started pulling her up. Fortunately, she hadn't died yet, but what awaited her at the top didn't let her enjoy her narrow escape from death. Her body was bruised and battered, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she was hoisted back up. The fear still clung to her, making her heart race uncontrollably.</p>

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