The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot

The next day, Evelyn reluctantly accompanied Annabelle to the wedding boutique. She had arrived home late the previous afternoon to find out that Elias had been sent to their beach house in Velera City. She was relieved, knowing Elias would have opposed her plans, especially Zevian's involvement. During the journey, Annabelle chattered excitedly about visiting the renowned store for the first time, but Evelyn's mind was elsewhere, stuck on the events at Zevian's home.

Even as Zevian tried to console his daughter, Kiana, the girl's tears had created chaos, only ceasing when Evelyn reluctantly agreed to consider becoming her mommy. Despite understanding the kid's yearning for a mother, she couldn't come to terms with Zevian's rescue plan for her. Rumors claimed he still loved his late wife, explaining his insistence on raising Kiana alone in a distant country, making it even harder to agree.

"Oh, this place is gorgeous!" Annabelle's delighted squeal pierced Evelyn's thoughts as they entered La Belle Mariée, a grand boutique behind gilded gates. The lavish interior, adorned with crystal chandeliers and elegant floral arrangements, spoke of exclusivity, catering only to the wealthiest clients.

Evelyn frowned upon seeing not just Nicholas, her soon-to-be husband, and Vincent waiting for them in the lounge. Annabelle coyly smiled at Nicholas, prompting him to rush over to her.

"Did you have to drag her along?" Vincent glowered at Evelyn, who had been informed that she had forced Annabelle to come. The last bit of sympathy he had for Evelyn vanished when Nicholas confessed she had indeed been sleeping with him, plotting to marry if he broke their engagement. And he couldn't wait to see her marry his uncle, believing she deserved it for what she did to poor Annabelle.

"It's okay, Vin. I was the one who insisted on coming along," Annabelle said with a pout. Although she was telling the truth, Vincent didn't believe her and continued glaring at Evelyn.

"I am glad you came along, Miss Wright," Nicholas interjected, standing beside Evelyn. He suddenly hugged her waist and pulled her closer.

"You might try some gowns for your future wedding. Right, darling?"