The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot-Chapter 64: Confessing Sins

The next day, Kiana slowly woke up from her sleep to find both her mommy and daddy beside her. A small smile tugged at her lips as she realized their arms were wrapped around her, forming a protective cocoon, making sure no one could come between them. Slowly, she wriggled out of her father’s large hand, her movements delicate as she shifted toward her mother, nestling into Evelyn’s warmth.

Evelyn woke to the sensation of her little bear trying to cling to her tighter. She chuckled softly, pulling Kiana fully into her arms, and pressed a tender kiss on top of her messy hair.

"Morning, baby," she whispered gently, her voice soft with affection.

"Good morning, Mommy!" Kiana beamed, her sleepy face lighting up instantly.

Evelyn’s heart melted at the sight of her little girl’s radiant smile. She kissed her forehead again, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face.

"Should we wake up Dad?" Kiana asked gingerly, the routine they usually followed every morning creeping into her thoughts. She had tried to convince her mommy to include Daddy in their morning kiss tradition, but Mommy wasn’t too keen on it. Still, Kiana was happy enough that they slept together.

Evelyn glanced at Zevian, who had turned onto his back, still deep in peaceful slumber. She smiled fondly. "Let’s not wake him up just yet, sweetheart," she murmured softly, pulling the blanket over him a little more. "Mommy took Daddy on a long ride last night. He’s really tired."

Kiana’s smile faded as she glared at her sleeping daddy, her round doe-eyes narrowing. "You guys went out without me? Hmph!" she huffed, sitting up and crossing her arms with a pout.

"Daddy was really stressed last night, sweetie," Evelyn explained, gently fixing the mess of Kiana’s hair. "He couldn’t sleep, so I took him out to help him relax. But I promise, we’ll go out together today, just the two of us, after school."

Kiana blinked at her mother, her pout softening. She sighed softly. "Just you and me?" she asked, her tone hopeful as she realized lately her daddy seemed to be taking up most of her mommy’s attention.

"Deal!" Evelyn confirmed with a smile.

Kiana grinned widely and melted back into her mother’s embrace, satisfied with their new plan. They lay together for a few more peaceful moments before it was time to get up and ready for the day.

After their cozy morning, Evelyn helped Kiana get ready for school. As always, she made sure to pick out her daughter’s favorite clothes, braiding her hair with ribbons that matched her dress. She even prepared Kiana’s favorite breakfast—pancakes with strawberries and cream. The mornings with her little bear were precious to Evelyn, moments that grounded her in a world of innocence and joy.

Once Kiana was all set, Evelyn sent her off with Avery, who would drop her off at school before heading to the company. Evelyn stood at the door, waving until Kiana’s car disappeared down the street.

With a smile, Evelyn returned to the bedroom, her mind drifting to Zevian. As she opened the door, she found him already awake and getting ready for work. His shirt was half-buttoned, and he stood by the mirror, attempting to tie his tie but not quite succeeding. A soft smile crept onto his lips as he spotted her.

"Good morning," He greeted, recalling the playful time they’d spent the night before. Instead of a motorcycle ride, she surprised him by taking out one of his sports cars, reviving memories of his golden days.

Ever since middle school, Zevian had dreamed of becoming a professional racer. It had been his passion, but his family’s restrictions had stifled that dream, relegating it to a mere hobby. He had given it up entirely after Katherine, burying that part of himself in the past. But last night, Evelyn had brought it back, reigniting a spark of hope in him that maybe one day he could indulge in it again.

"Need some help?" Evelyn asked with a playful smile as she saw him fumbling with his tie.

Zevian nodded, handing her the red tie, his eyes watching her with warmth. She stepped closer, taking it from him, though she had no idea how to tie it properly. She began working on it anyway, her brows furrowing in concentration.

"Kiana was upset we went out without her again," Evelyn said, focusing on the tie as she tried to recall how to fold it. "I promised her I’d take her out this evening."

Zevian nodded, adjusting his collar to give her more room to work. "I’ll prepare my team," he replied, his tone turning serious. Ever since Sabrina’s move, they’d been under the media’s radar. Reporters were desperate for any glimpse of them, especially Kiana. He couldn’t risk putting his wife and daughter in harm’s way.

"Slept well?" Evelyn asked, trying to distract him from her increasingly messy attempt at the tie.

Zevian chuckled, a smile lighting up his face as he watched her struggle. "Slept better than I have in a while," he admitted, his eyes glinting with amusement as she fumbled with the fabric.

"Are you planning to choke me?" he teased, causing Evelyn to glare at him before focusing back on the tie.

After what felt like a small victory, she stepped back with a smile, her eyes glowing with pride. "Done!" she declared triumphantly.

Zevian turned to the mirror and frowned at the sight of the tie, which was a tangled mess of loops and knots. "Perfect, right?" Evelyn praised herself, standing beside him to admire her work.

"Perfectly ruined," Zevian replied with a smirk, glancing sideways at her.

Evelyn scowled, her lips curling in a pout. "With such a handsome face, there has to be at least one flaw," she justified, crossing her arms. "This way, you’ll be less attractive to all those women in your office."

Zevian chuckled, shaking his head as he neatly untied the mess she had made around his neck. "And here I was, thinking to dress up and capture one of them."

Evelyn’s smile faded, replaced by a frown. "Who?" she asked, her voice cold and authoritative.

"Take a guess," Zevian replied, and before she could react, he wrapped the tie around her waist, pulling her closer until she was pressed against his chest.

Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushing pink at the sudden intimacy. His teasing gaze bore into her, and she felt her heart race. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"You... you cannot win her with such silly tricks." Evelyn stammered, her voice faltering as she attempted to regain her composure.

"Oh, but I can," Zevian murmured, leaning in just enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her ear.

Before they could get any closer, Evelyn’s phone buzzed in her pocket, breaking the tension. She quickly pulled away from Zevian, fumbling with the phone. Both of them frowned as the name "Annabelle" flashed on the screen.

"Meet me at the location I shared just now," Before Evelyn could reply, Annabelle cut the call. Her voice wasn’t the usual melodic sweetness Evelyn was used to. It felt more like Laila speaking than Annabelle.

"What does she want now?" Evelyn grumbled, staring at the unknown number Annabelle had used to text her.

"You should meet her," Zevian suggested, his expression serious. He knew Annabelle had been the one to mess up Sophia’s plans the previous night and had alerted him through a hotel staff member.

"But I was planning to take Kiana out today," Evelyn said with a pout, disappointment coloring her voice.

Zevian leaned down, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "There’s a resort we own near the location she sent. Once you’re done, we’ll pick you up and spend time there together."

Evelyn nodded, her smile returning as the promise of their family outing brightened her mood. She pecked his cheek, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Okay!"

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Evelyn arrived at the secluded venue Annabelle had chosen, her stomach twisting in anticipation. She sat in a private room, the walls dimly lit by soft amber lights, creating a heavy, secretive atmosphere. Her mind raced as she waited for Annabelle, wondering what exactly she wanted from this meeting.

When the door finally opened, Annabelle appeared, her usual vibrant brown locks replaced with her true blonde hair. She wore a tight black knitted dress, a far cry from anything her step-sister would have ever worn. There was an edge to her today, a sharpness in her posture that Evelyn couldn’t ignore.

Before Evelyn could even speak, Annabelle raised her hand. "Before you set off any alarms, let me clear something up. Your stepmother didn’t send me here."

"What do you want?" Evelyn asked bluntly, not in the mood for games.

Annabelle smirked, her confidence oozing as she took a seat across from Evelyn. "Well, darling, I’ve already gotten what I wanted. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about my engagement to Vincent."

Evelyn kept her expression neutral. She wasn’t one to be easily shaken, not even by Annabelle’s haughty demeanor. "Why did you want to meet me?"

A frown crossed Annabelle’s face. "Still so cold toward me," she mumbled before regaining her composure. "I’m here to confess my sins and keep myself off your husband’s kill list."