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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Evelyn kept looking at the watch, anxiously tapping her fingers on the table. It was close to 7 PM, and they would be starting soon.

"Alright," Zevian said as he ended the call with Avery, who had stayed back with the kids.

Rosalind and Penelope were bringing Gracia soon. Even Theodore had made time to come along with Jonathan to support them, but she still couldn't help but feel anxious. She had been waiting for this moment for as long as she could remember, and now that it was here, she couldn't keep calm.

Zevian walked back to her and stood in front of her chair. "They will be here soon. Damien is bringing them," he informed, and Evelyn nodded in response.

Zevian leaned forward and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Caressing her cheek, he assured, "Stop worrying about it."

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