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 sobs wracking

gentle despite the throbbing vein

head, her voice muffled against

facing anyone and explaining the

kind. "You're in no state to drive, and neither is your car in any state to

remained silent, the image of Sandra and Michael flashing before her

looked up and glanced at the vehicles as the weight of his threat sank in. Dealing with the police,

relief washing over his features.

will have yours taken care of and brought

nodded 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

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 held a hint of

his voice still laced

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

amusement dancing in his eyes. "That's not very specific,"

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.

look of utter bewilderment. "My

you're going is fine,"

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

was mostly silent, punctuated only by the soft sniffles

they pulled up to a luxurious hotel, the man turned to

don't want to go home or to a hospital?" he asked, his voice laced with

head. The tears finally receded,

seemed hesitant, but after a moment,