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.

kept crying, the sobs

voice gentle despite the throbbing vein in his temple. "I will take

head, her voice muffled against

thought of facing anyone and explaining the mess

man persisted, his voice firm but kind. "You're in no state to drive, and neither is your car in any state

image of Sandra and Michael flashing

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 the weight of his threat sank in. Dealing with the police, the insurance, and the

over

have yours taken care of and brought to

and got out of her car. He guided her to his vehicle, helped her into the passenger seat, and then signaled his driver to take care of her car and bring it

hair that swept across his forehead. When he turned to look at her, she was met with piercing blue eyes that held a hint of

to?" he asked, his voice

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

eyes. "That's not very specific," he said, a faint smile tugging at

temporary escape, a brief respite from the mess that had become her life. Suddenly, a reckless

"Your place,"

she blurted out,

shocking even herself.

replaced by a look of utter bewilderment. "My

you're going is

choice. He drove to his hotel, his

silent, punctuated only by the soft sniffles

up to a luxurious hotel, the man turned to

you don't want to go home or

finally

man seemed hesitant, but after