The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot-Chapter 61: Divorce

Evelyn stirred slowly in her sleep, the warmth of the soft hotel sheets wrapped around her, blending with the heat radiating from the strong arms wrapped securely around her waist. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she blinked awake, taking in the dim lighting of the luxurious room.

She blinked, her heart skipping a beat as she felt Zevian’s solid body pressed against her from behind, his arm looped around her waist as if he were protecting her even in sleep. He lay close, too close. A soft gasp left her lips as she realized she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe, and her body stiffened in alarm. What...what happened last night?

As she turned her head slightly, she saw him more clearly—Zevian’s sharp features, softened by sleep, his jet-black hair slightly tousled, his breathing even and deep. Her eyes drifted toward his neck, almost popping out. There it was—a vivid mark standing out against his skin. The sight brought memories crashing back, and her face instantly flushed red with embarrassment. Holy shit! Did she do it?

Her heart raced, the mix of shame and embarrassment swirling inside her. Slowly, she began to lift his arm, careful not to disturb him. She nearly slipped free when his grip tightened and he pulled her closer, drawing a startled breath from her as she found herself pressed against his firm chest. The steady thumping of his heart rang in her ears, and his breath was warm against her neck. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"It’s still early. Sleep for a while," Zevian murmured sleepily, his deep voice raspy and hushed against her ear. The feel of his words so close sent a shiver down her spine, and her cheeks flamed red once again.

"I-I have an important meeting today..." Evelyn stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to keep her composure. "I need to get to Avery’s office early."

Zevian let out a soft sigh, his grip loosening around her waist. "Alright...," he said with reluctance, his arm slowly slipping away from her. Evelyn, seizing the moment, quickly slipped out of his embrace and practically fled into the bathroom, her face burning in embarrassment.

Inside the bathroom, she leaned against the door, trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart. "What have I done?" she whispered to herself, placing her hands over her warm cheeks. The flashes of last night filled her mind—those heated moments, the kiss, the way she had completely lost herself. And now, seeing that mark on his neck, she cringed inwardly. "Why didn’t I stop myself?"

Evelyn turned to face the mirror, her reflection only adding to her torment. Her skin was still flushed, her eyes wide with lingering embarrassment. Evelyn groaned softly, turning on the tap to wash the redness away from her face!

The black dress and blazer hanging neatly beside the sink caught her eye. She quickly splashed cold water on her face, hoping to cool the heat in her cheeks, and changed into the outfit. The dress hugged her figure, and the blazer added a touch of professionalism that she desperately needed today.

After pulling her hair into a messy bun, Evelyn took a deep breath and tiptoed to the door, carefully peeking into the room. Zevian was already awake, slipping his arms into his coat. She breathed a sigh of relief as the collar of the coat concealed the mark she had left. At least a bit of it!

Zevian caught her eye, his lips curling into a playful smile. "Let’s go home first," he suggested, noticing her hesitancy.

Evelyn nodded, her cheeks still slightly pink as she stepped out of the room. Together, they made their way toward the exit of the hotel, but as they exited the elevator and entered the hotel’s grand lobby, they were met by the overwhelming sight of cameras, microphones, and a sea of people eagerly waiting for their next big headline.

Evelyn’s heart rammed against her chest, recalling how Vincent was out of control last night. If they hadn’t shown up, this crazy crowd would have reached their suite. Luckily, Zevian had made it on time. But who alerted him? They needed to dig more into it.

Zevian’s team acted swiftly, forming a protective barrier around them. Damien took his position at her left, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for any sudden movements. Zevian’s grip tightened around her shoulder, keeping her close as they maneuvered through the flashing lights.

"Stay close!" Zevian commanded firmly, his voice calm but authoritative as he guided her through the chaotic crowd.

The reporters, momentarily shocked by Zevian’s presence, began shouting questions in rapid succession, their voices a cacophony of curiosity and suspicion.

"Why were you at the hotel so late at night?"

"Is there something going on between you two?"

"Was this a private meeting?"

Evelyn’s face burned with embarrassment at their insinuations, but before she could respond, Damien’s deep voice cut through the noise.

"What were they doing?" he muttered just loud enough for the reporters to hear, his tone dripping with disdain. "Have some shame!"

Evelyn bit her lip, her blush deepening at his remark. But his deflection worked—the reporters faltered, their curiosity redirected, and in a matter of moments, Zevian’s team had successfully ushered them out of the hotel and into the waiting car.

Once inside, Evelyn exhaled a shaky breath, feeling the tension begin to lift from her shoulders. Zevian settled in beside her, his arm resting casually along the back of the seat, though his eyes were still sharp, assessing the situation.

Damien, who had taken the front passenger seat, turned to glance back at them. "Seems like it was your stepmother’s plan," he said with a frown, his voice heavy with suspicion.

Evelyn nodded slowly. She had realized as much during dinner, but there was still something that didn’t quite add up. "I don’t know what Annabelle’s goal was," she murmured, her brow furrowed. "It feels like she’s playing a different game—one that doesn’t involve Vincent directly. I think she’s trying to fool Sophia."

Zevian’s jaw tightened at her words, his expression darkening with resolve. "Damien," he said in a low voice, "get the DNA results soon. I’m certain Sophia has more tricks up her sleeve. But once we prove Evelyn is William’s daughter, there’ll be no way for her to escape."

Damien gave a firm nod in response. The conversation fell into silence as they sped toward home, the weight of their situation hanging in the air between them.

When they finally arrived at the house, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The cozy warmth of home wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, and any tension from earlier seemed to fade away.

"Mommy!" a little voice squealed from the dining room.

Evelyn barely had time to turn before Kiana came rushing toward her, her tiny feet pattering against the floor. Evelyn knelt just in time to catch the little girl in her arms, scooping her up into a tight embrace.

"I missed you so much last night," Kiana mumbled against her mother’s shoulder, her small arms squeezing tightly around Evelyn’s neck.

"I missed you too, sweetie," Evelyn whispered, her heart swelling with warmth. She kissed Kiana’s forehead before shifting her in her arms, feeling the girl’s weight relax against her.

As they stood there, Kiana’s eyes darted toward Zevian, who was standing just a step behind Evelyn. Her face scrunched up in a frown of confusion as her gaze settled on his neck. She lifted a small hand and pointed curiously.

"Daddy, are you hurt?" she asked with concern.

Evelyn’s heart skipped a beat. Shit! Her eyes flickered to the spot where Kiana was pointing—the same spot where her mark from last night was still very much visible. Heat rushed to her cheeks again, and she instinctively tightened her hold on Kiana, hoping the little girl wouldn’t notice any more details.

Zevian, however, remained unbothered. He shook his head with a soft smile. "No, sweetheart. I’m fine."

Just then, Avery, who had followed Kiana into the room, caught sight of the mark and stifled a chuckle. "I think a mosquito bit him," she teased, trying her best to keep a straight face.

Damien snorted from the side, clearly amused by the situation but pressing his lips together to stop himself from laughing outright.

"A mosquito?" Kiana asked, her cute frown deepening as she stared up at her father in confusion.

Zevian nodded, still holding back a smile. "Yeah, but it was just a little one," he replied smoothly, shooting a quick glance at Evelyn, whose face had turned a deep shade of red.

Kiana’s small lips pouted in thought for a moment before she murmured, "It must have been a big, bad mosquito."

Zevian chuckled and shook his head. "No, sweetheart," he said softly. "It was an adorable one."

Zevian’s phone rang, cutting through the laughter. He pulled it out of his pocket, his brows furrowing as he glanced at the screen. His expression darkened almost instantly.

"Is everything alright?" Evelyn asked cautiously, her heart tightening with concern.

"What’s wrong?" Damien asked, his tone growing serious.

Zevian ended the call with a sharp exhale. "Turn on the television," he ordered, his voice tight.

Avery quickly grabbed the remote, switching on the TV. The screen flickered to life, and they were met with the image of Sabrina Grey, and her son, Dominic Grey at a live press conference.

"I am officially filing for divorce from Natalie Reign," Dominic declared, his voice firm and emotionless. "We will reconsider it if Zevian hand overs Kiana’s rights to us."