The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot

Evelyn tried to get up, but Zevian’s hand slipped beneath her loose top, gripping her waist tightly and causing her breath to hitch. A storm of feelings surged within her—excitement, anxiety, and desire—all mingling together in a chaotic dance. As Zevian moved closer, just to tease her, she instinctively shut her eyes tight, bracing herself for what seemed inevitable. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to kiss him; in fact, she craved it.

Zevian smiled at her reaction, his eyes locked on her sweet, full lips. His heart pounded harder, screaming for the chance to kiss her now that she was completely sober and clearly eager. Every fiber of his being was electrified with desire, the need to taste her lips overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, he closed the gap between their faces, their lips tantalizingly close.

But before he could capture her lips in a sweet kiss, a sudden shriek startled both of them. "Boss!"

They opened their eyes and turned to see a screen full of gawking faces on Zevian’s laptop, which sat on the coffee table. The meeting he had forgotten about for a split second had started, and his eyes shot daggers at his assistant, Brandon, who had apparently added him to the call.

Brandon looked equally flustered as the international clients on the call and tried to end the meeting, but the damage was done. He was doomed!

Zevian released Evelyn from his hold, his face was etched with frustration, while Evelyn’s cheeks flushed crimson red. She hastily stood up, smoothing her top and avoiding eye contact.

"Sorry about that," Zevian muttered, trying to regain his composure as he reached for the laptop.

Evelyn cleared her throat, her voice still shaky from the lingering heat of the moment. "I’ll, um, go check on breakfast," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she fled upstairs rather than heading to the kitchen. Zevian was left to deal with the awkward situation.

"Achoo!" Zevian sneezed loudly, his eyes shifting from Evelyn’s retreating figure back to his laptop. Taking out his phone, he called his flustered assistant, Brandon, his tone full of exasperation and annoyance.

Evelyn rushed into her room and slammed the door shut. Leaning against it, she let out a heavy sigh, her heart finally slowing back to a normal pace.

"Couldn’t they start a little later?" She grumbled with a pout, clearly disappointed by the interrupted opportunity. Her stomach also grumbled in agreement, reminding her she had walked to her room instead of the kitchen.

"Ahh, I am hungry!" Evelyn complained, rubbing her stomach but feeling too embarrassed to go downstairs again. As if on cue, a maid knocked on her door, announcing she had brought breakfast.

Evelyn quickly opened the door and took the tray from the maid’s hands. The maid made sure to mention that Zevian had sent the brunch, which filled Evelyn’s heart with warmth. Thanking her, she settled on the couch with a sheepish smile, her earlier embarrassment slowly fading at the taste of delicious pancakes.

After an hour, Zevian wrapped up his meeting and final tasks with his assistant before heading upstairs to fetch Evelyn. Once she was ready, they quickly departed for his friend’s basement—a place known for solving all sorts of problems.

As they settled into the backseat, John quickly drove out of the house. The ride was filled with a tense silence, both trying to be less awkward. Fortunately, John turned on some music, which helped ease the atmosphere.

Minutes later, they arrived at an abandoned graveyard on the outskirts of the city, not far from Zevian’s home. The once-grand iron gates were now rusted and covered in grime. Evelyn’s eyes widened in confusion as they stopped in front of the decrepit entrance.

"Why are we here?" she asked, her gaze shifting between the eerie graveyard and Zevian.

"To catch ghosts," Zevian joked, unbuckling his seatbelt. Seeing Evelyn’s unamused expression, he added, "You’ll see. Trust me."

John pressed his thumb on a hidden screen embedded in the rusted gate, causing it to creak open with a long, groaning sound. Evelyn gasped, her curiosity piqued, and she followed closely behind Zevian.

The atmosphere was thick with an eerie stillness; the air was heavy with dust, and cobwebs hung like delicate veils from the crumbling tombstones. Dried leaves rustled underfoot, and twisted, leafless trees cast long, skeletal shadows across the cemetery, heightening her sense of unease.

John led them to a particularly old and weathered tomb at the far end of the graveyard. Evelyn stayed close to Zevian, her nerves on edge. John’s grim expression added to the creepy atmosphere, making her feel like they were in a horror movie.

"Are we doing black magic or something?" Evelyn whispered, leaning closer to Zevian.

Zevian chuckled softly, not wanting to spoil the surprise. John pressed a hidden rock on the tomb, intensifying Evelyn’s apprehension. A faint, greenish light flickered, and a screen appeared where the tomb’s inscription had once been.

Evelyn gasped as the screen blinked, asking for a passcode. What in modern medieval fiction was this? Her thoughts raced, wondering if the tomb would magically open to reveal a secret tunnel.

To her shock, it did. The top of the tomb slid open, revealing a dark, winding staircase leading down into what seemed like a hidden lair.

"Let’s go!" Zevian said, taking a step forward. When Evelyn didn’t move, obviously scared, he took her hand and stepped into the grave. John followed them and pressed something on the wall, closing the lid again.

Evelyn gasped again, this time at the sight of a vast underground dungeon sprawling before her. The space was a labyrinth of dark, shadowy corridors and compartments, each leading to unknown depths. Zevian led her through the dimly lit passages, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls, creating an eerie rhythm.

As they reached another staircase, this one leading upward, Zevian glanced at her and said, "This is one of Damien Valento’s many secret basements."

"Valento?" Evelyn echoed, her eyes widening. Who wasn’t aware of the infamous Valento mafia family that had left deep marks on their country? And Evelyn knew they would be the best people to help her reclaim her past life.

They ascended the staircase and entered a surprisingly modern area, starkly contrasting the ancient dungeon below. The space looked like a sleek, high-tech office, buzzing with activity. Workers, whom Evelyn presumed to be hackers or tech experts, were busy at their stations, typing away on advanced computer systems.

Zevian led her into a spacious meeting room, the walls lined with digital screens displaying various data feeds. The room was equipped with a large conference table and state-of-the-art technology, exuding an air of precision and efficiency.

Soon, a man around Zevian’s age walked in, exuding an air of effortless confidence. He had an athletic build, his tailored suit fitting perfectly while his dark hair was slicked back. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he strode toward Zevian.

"Zevian! I missed you so much!" Damien greeted, pulling Zevian into a hug. Zevian pushed him off with a chuckle, rolling his eyes.

"Get off me, Damien," Zevian retorted, brushing off his suit.

Evelyn watched their banter with a mix of surprise and curiosity. When had her dear husband managed to befriend this mafia prince? It looked nice to see two devils in one picture.

Damien turned his attention to Evelyn, a charming smile playing on his lips. "So, you really got married?" he said, glancing back at Zevian.

Zevian smiled and introduced, "This is Evelyn."

Damien took Evelyn’s hand, holding it a little longer than necessary as he flirtatiously said, "You are more beautiful than I imagined, Evelyn." Feeling Zevian’s glare, he reluctantly let go, stepping back.

Suddenly, something clicked in Damien’s mind. "Wait, wait!" The couple looked confused as he shifted his gaze between Zevian and Evelyn. "Are you by any chance Eva?" Damien asked, his hands dramatically covering his mouth.

Evelyn blinked in confusion while Zevian tensed up, unsure of what this guy was trying to bring up. But before he could stop him, Damien blurted out, "Dude, she is the one, right?"

"Who?" Even Evelyn asked curiously, wondering if her husband had some secret lover or something.

"Whenever we got wasted in Crumbac, this guy would call out a woman’s name, hug all the poles on our way home, and kiss them thinking they were her."

"He is joking," Zevian quickly retorted, and Evelyn saw the faint redness on his cheeks.

"Why would I joke about the most embarrassing memories of my life? I have proof, should I show them to her?" Damien challenged, taking out his phone.

"Yes, please!" Evelyn replied, with an amused smile.

Just as Damien was about to reveal the evidence, a loud crash echoed from somewhere within the building, startling everyone. Zevian’s expression shifted from embarrassment to alarm, and he moved closer to protect Evelyn.

Evelyn’s smile thinned as she heard a rather familiar voice crying and begging somewhere, realizing it was coming through speakers attached to the room. "What was that?" Evelyn asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Damien looked at the speaker and nonchalantly replied, "Oh, they must be cutting Nicholas’s dick," his words causing Evelyn’s jaw to drop to the ground.