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.

just kept crying, the sobs wracking her

voice gentle despite the throbbing vein in his temple.

shook her head, her voice

thought of facing anyone and explaining the mess

state to drive, and neither is

flashing before her eyes, a cruel

calling the cops and dealing with this the other way." Evelyn looked up and glanced at the vehicles as the weight of his threat sank in. Dealing with the police, the insurance,

he said, relief washing over

taken care of

to his vehicle, helped her into the passenger seat, and then signaled his driver to

into the car. He was handsome in a rugged way, with dark hair that swept across his forehead. When he turned to look at

his

of what to say. Anywhere. Literally anywhere, as long as it wasn't her home, wasn't her

man raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "That's not very specific," he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner

want conversation, didn't want pity. All she craved was a temporary escape, a brief respite from the mess

"Your place,"

she blurted out,

shocking even herself.

look of utter bewilderment. "My place?"

is

but left without a choice. He drove

punctuated only by the soft

up to a luxurious hotel, the man turned to

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

The tears finally

man seemed hesitant, but after a moment, he