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.

she just kept crying, the sobs wracking her

voice gentle despite the throbbing vein in

head, her voice

anyone and explaining the mess she was in was

drive, and neither is your

image of Sandra and Michael flashing before her eyes, a cruel reminder of her shattered

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

over his features. "Get in my

will have yours taken care of

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

a glance at her companion as he got into the car. He was handsome in a rugged way, with dark hair that swept across his forehead. When he turned to look at her, she was met with piercing blue eyes that

his voice still laced

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

eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "That's not very specific," he said, a faint smile tugging

she craved was a temporary escape, a brief respite from the mess that

"Your place,"

she blurted out,

shocking even herself.

of utter bewilderment. "My place?" he echoed.

is

without a choice. He drove

by the soft sniffles

luxurious hotel, the man turned to

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

shook her head. The tears finally

seemed hesitant, but after