The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 2

Hearing those words from Michael and Sandra was one thing, but seeing them entwined on the bed was another.

Evelyn's breath caught in her throat, and she felt the sting of betrayal cut deep. She backed away, her vision blurred by tears, and fled the house, her heart pounding in her chest. She got into her car and drove away, wanting to be as far away from them as possible.

She thought of going back home, but she couldn't. She didn't want to see anyone. She didn't want to face anyone. She didn't want to have to look into Sandra's face. She couldn't.

She kept driving, her tears blurring her vision, until she collided with another vehicle.

The screech of tires and the crunch of metal jolted her back to reality.

Her car swerved violently, and she slammed on the brakes, the force throwing her forward before the car jolted violently to a shuddering halt.

Disoriented, she wrenched her head around, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her hands shook as she gripped the steering wheel, her mind reeling from the impact.

Across the intersection, the other car, a sleek black sedan, sat at a jaunty angle, its bumper crumpled like discarded foil. A figure emerged from the backseat, a man in a crisp suit; his face contorted in a mask of fury.

As he stormed towards her, Evelyn braced herself for a verbal onslaught. But as he drew closer, his anger morphed into concern, and Evelyn realized she wasn't prepared for this. As he got closer, the anger in his eyes softened slightly when he saw Evelyn, her face streaked with tears and her mascara smudged.

"What the hell were you doing?

Do you want to get yourself and others killed?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern despite his anger.

Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a choked sob. She slumped back in her seat, burying her face in her hands.

The man hesitated, frustration warring with a flicker of worry.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, his voice softer this time.

couldn't respond; she just kept crying, the

are you heading?" he finally asked, his voice gentle despite the

her voice muffled against

facing anyone and explaining the mess she

drive, and neither is your car

flashing before

of exasperation creeping into his voice. "Look," he said impatiently, "either you let me take you somewhere safe, or I'm calling the cops and dealing with this the other way." Evelyn looked up and glanced at the vehicles as

over his features.

have yours taken care of

nodded and got out of her car. He guided her to his vehicle, helped her into the passenger seat, and then signaled

handsome in a rugged way, with dark hair that swept across his forehead. When he turned to look at her, she was met with

his voice still laced

home, wasn't her life, wasn't the nightmare she was running from. "Anywhere. Just take me anywhere," she replied,

in his eyes. "That's not very

respite from the mess that had become her life. Suddenly, a reckless thought, born out of desperation and heartache, crossed her

"Your place,"

she blurted out,

shocking even herself.

utter

going is fine,"

uncertain, but left without a choice. He drove to his hotel, his mind

only by the soft sniffles she couldn't quite

luxurious hotel,

want to go home or to a hospital?" he asked, his voice laced with

shook her head. The tears finally

but after a