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2.81% The Billionaire's Rental Wife Is A Hot Shot / Chapter 6: Fake Son

Chapter 6: Fake Son

While on the other side of the city.

"We already got the fake results. Why do I need another check-up?" Annabelle grumbled as Sophia dragged her into the hospital, dropping her limping act now that they were out of suspicious eyes.

"Vincent insisted on taking you to another hospital for a speedy recovery. I asked him to come here, so just cooperate with the doctor," Sophia replied, shoving Annabelle into the orthopedic department. Annabelle's act had been a little too perfect that Vincent had actually started liking her. While this was exactly why Sophia had hired this con artist—to steal Vincent away from Evelyn—his concern for this cheap con artist was beginning to grate on her nerves.

"Hello, doctor," Annabelle greeted as they entered the office. The doctor looked surprised but sighed heavily. With a forced smile, he stood up and bowed to Sophia.

"Vincent Blake will be here soon. Keep your act together," Sophia warned as Annabelle lazily sat on the chair before his desk. The doctor nodded, and Sophia excused herself as her phone rang loudly.

"Hello, William," she pretended, stepping out of the room. Once outside, her tone changed to one of irritation. "Where are you?" she demanded, scanning the corridor. A man in a white coat and mask waved his phone at her. She quickly looked around before following him to another floor.

As they reached an empty lab with the corridor completely cleared, Sophia cautiously scanned the surroundings before entering the room. As soon as the man removed his mask, she slapped him hard.

"Are you out of your mind?" Sophia yelled, her usual kind demeanor breaking into the maniac she truly was. The stunned man glared back at her, holding his burning cheek, which was jagged with a huge scar.

"I've told you many times that killing her isn't the solution! No matter how much that useless man hates his daughter, he still has a soft spot for her, and we need to be careful!" Sophia continued, referring to William. Though she had ensured William loathed Evelyn for his wife's death over the years, she couldn't completely get rid of her. That was why she hired Annabelle and played this fake heiress act like in those dramas.

"Relax!" the scarred man replied through gritted teeth. "I was just trying to scare her since she seemed to have forgotten."

"But my son was with her!" she screamed, recalling how Elias had informed her of the attack when she called to confirm if the marriage news had reached Evelyn. "What if he was injured because of your careless tantrum?"

The man remained silent, guilty of his actions. Sophia let out an exasperated sigh. Why did she have such troublemaking partners? She glared at the man and thought about Annabelle. They never listened to her!

"You know how much he adores her, Rick! What if he had taken that bullet trying to save her? Could you have saved him?"

"For god's sake, stop shouting!" Rick finally snapped, his frustration boiling over. "He is my son too, Sophia! I would never think of harming him."

Sophia's eyes widened, and she tried to hush him, even though no one was around. "I told you never to speak that aloud!" she grumbled, her frustration peaking.

"Oh, come on! How long do I need to stay away from him?" Rick continued, ignoring Sophia's warning. "Do you know how much it irks me whenever that bastard William calls him his son in front of everyone?"

Annabelle, who had sneakily followed Sophia, gasped in shock. She had been suspicious when Sophia suddenly stormed into the room, claiming her lover boy wanted to see her just after ending the call with him. A chuckle escaped her lips, but she pressed them together, amused by this new plot twist.

"She's a smart bitch," Annabelle murmured, continuing to eavesdrop. Not only was Sophia trying to get rid of Evelyn, but she was also plotting to make Elias take over the Wright Company, who wasn't even William's child. 

"Just a few more weeks, Rick," Sophia mumbled, moving closer. "Once Evelyn is married off to that moron, I'll have more control over William."

When Maverick didn't look satisfied, she moved even closer and caressed the jagged scar on his right cheek. "Just wait until our son's eighteenth birthday."

"Oh, shit!" Annabelle cursed under her breath when Sophia suddenly kissed the sturdy man. As they started to get on a wild ride, she took out her phone and started recording it with a smug smile.

———

"Why are you smiling?" Sophia inquired as they entered the Wright mansion. Annabelle's unusual smugness brought a frown to her face. But before she could ask further, their eyes landed on Elias causing havoc in the living room.

Elias sensed their entrance and, in frustration, destroyed yet another vase. "Where is your husband?" he glowered at his mother, making Sophia sigh instantly.

"Calm down first," she said, moving closer, only to be shrugged off by the giant teenager.

"I know you don't like her, but how can you stay quiet, Mom?" Elias continued, his voice a mix of rage and disappointment. "Don't tell me you were the one who suggested this whole mess." He continued, now skeptical as his mother acted quite motherly around Annabelle.

"No, Elias," Sophia lied, her expression shifting to one of hurt. "Do you think that low of me?" she added, tears naturally streaming down her cheeks.

Though Elias was slightly moved, he still didn't believe her completely. "Then why the heck didn't you stop him?!" he glowered, his eyes full of anger.

"I tried, but you know your dad, Eli," Sophia replied, almost making Annabelle chuckle. Yeah, she tried hard to convince William about this marriage last night. Moving closer, Sophia continued, "No daughter deserves such harsh punishment for small mistakes. And I promise to never let this marriage happen. Trust me, please!"

Elias let out a huff and dropped the vase in his hands. Sophia sighed and moved closer, helping him sit on the couch. She gently patted his back while gesturing for one of the maids to get her job done.

The maid rushed into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of juice. Annabelle, tired from recording, beamed with joy and took the glass from her tray. "Thank you!"

But before she could take a sip, Sophia snatched the glass with a horrified expression. She glared at Annabelle, who scowled at the disrespect, before returning to her son.

"Here, drink this. You must be hungry," Sophia said, handing the glass to Elias. Her warm smile and the mischief in her eyes amused Annabelle. She sat back on the couch and crossed her arms, wondering what new twist her noble mother had brought to this drama.

Don't tell me you spiked his drink! And just as Annabelle guessed, Elias's face twisted as he finished the drink. "What—" Before he could speak, he slowly succumbed to sleep due to the high-dose pills in it.

Annabelle gasped out loud, at a loss for words, as Sophia lovingly patted Elias's back while ordering the staff to prepare the car. As the bouncers rushed in to fulfill their mission, Sophia smirked in triumph. Now Evelyn was all alone, and no one could help her out of this trap.

Little did she know, someone she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams had already stepped in to help Evelyn. And what's more? Evelyn had agreed to it!


Chapter 7: Who was the groom?

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?"

Evelyn struggled to free herself from his grip, her discomfort evident. Nicholas, in his early fifties, had thinning hair clinging desperately to his scalp. His bulbous nose dominated his round face, and his smile, framed by crooked teeth, made Annabelle pity Evelyn for ending up with such a grotesque creature.

"Let's go! I am so excited for this date," Annabelle mumbled, turning to Vincent. As if it was a slip of the tongue, she instantly lowered her head and blushed, making Vincent smile. He nodded and helped her toward the dressing room, leaving Evelyn to be dragged by Nicholas.

The gown selection was a nightmare for Evelyn. More than the couple's lovey-dovey antics, she couldn't handle Nicholas's lustful stares.

"So, the total expenditure would be around..." Nicholas droned on, his hand squeezing Evelyn's shoulder. His touch was so overtly inappropriate that even the staff exchanged uncomfortable glances. Evelyn glanced at Vincent on the couch, feeling a surge of rage at how they seemed to relish her discomfort.

The manager continued explaining as a staff member brought a tea tray. An idea flashed in Evelyn's mind, and she sighed inwardly, having found a perfect way to distance herself and teach Nicholas a lesson.

As the worker finished pouring the tea, Evelyn accepted the cup with a smile. She pretended to sip the tea before "accidentally" spilling the entire cup onto Nicholas's lap, eliciting gasps from everyone around.

"What the fuck?!" Nicholas stood up, his grey pants stained with tea. The tea had spilled directly onto his crotch, causing him to panic and cry.

"I am so sorry, honey!" Evelyn faked a gasp, placing the cup down and retreating a few steps. She shrugged as Nicholas glared at her, hastily rubbing his pants as the manager handed him some tissues.

"Oh, no! You must hurry to the hospital, Mr. Blake." Avery's voice boomed from the entrance, surprising everyone. The manager quickly went to greet her, recognizing her as not just Zevian's cousin but also the only daughter of a popular politician, Mr. Theodore Cartwell.

Avery walked over and stood protectively beside Evelyn. She glared at the couple on the couch before returning her attention to Nicholas.

"What are you still standing there for, Mr. Blake?" She glanced pointedly at his pants. "Don't you want to save your tiny little companion?"

The staff suppressed laughter at her remark, while Nicholas's face darkened with anger. Before he could retort, Evelyn chimed in, her comment sent the entire room into muffled laughs.

"It's no use saving it. He's infertile anyway."

Avery broke into a smile and continued the drama. "Right? Isn't that why his wife divorced him a few years ago?" Clicking her tongue, she added, "Poor him."

"You bitch!" Nicholas yelled, his voice echoing through the hall. The bemused gazes and suppressed laughs only fueled his anger. Throwing the tissues aside, he grabbed the kettle of hot tea and marched toward Evelyn, intending to throw it at her since he couldn't afford to target her influential best friend, Avery.

Evelyn didn't have the time to react as Nicholas suddenly threw the tea in her direction. But before the hot liquid could touch her, she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders. She instantly opened her eyes, wide and shocked, as Zevian hissed in pain as the liquid hit his back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, even though he was the one who took the blow for her. Evelyn nodded, still in shock.

"You bastard!" John, who had followed his boss, growled. The next second, the stunned crowd heard the kettle clatter and Nicholas's ear-piercing scream as John twisted his wrist. Many were certain his wrist was broken from the sickening crack they heard.

"Mr. Reign, what a surprise," Vincent's delighted voice broke the tension in the room. Rumor had it that Zevian had permanently returned to Vespera to take his father's position after working on their international branches for the past three years, and he couldn't miss this golden opportunity to become friends with him. 

Annabelle, who didn't know who this handsome man was, simply stood up, but her eyes didn't miss how he was looking at Evelyn. Did this beauty with brains manage to catch some big fish?

"Are you here to shop with your cousin?" Vincent asked with a smile, turning to Avery but both ignored him.

Zevian turned around and stepped beside Evelyn. He gestured for John to release Nicholas, who let go of his wrist with a huff. Grabbing the old man's collar, he pushed him outside stating to be taking him to the hospital. 

"Did you try any of them?" Zevian asked, glancing at the mannequins neatly arranged in the showcase. Evelyn shook her head, gasping when he suddenly placed his hand on her waist. Heat raced to her cheeks as she felt the warmth of his hand through her blue shirt. Why the heck was he doing this to her?!

Zevian broke into a small smile, his eyes fixed on one of the mannequins. "Let's try that one," he declared, filling the room with shock once more.

The workers exchanged glances, a few murmuring among themselves. Why was this tycoon acting like he was the groom?


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