The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 4

Evelyn woke up before the sun had fully risen, the faint light of dawn seeping through the hotel room's heavy curtains.

She blinked a few times, disoriented, before the events of the previous night came rushing back to her.

Derrick lay beside her, his arm draped across her waist, breathing deeply in his sleep. She gently lifted his arm, careful not to wake him, and slipped out of bed

Her clothes lay neatly folded on the dresser. She didn't remember picking them up from the floor but she was glad he did.

She quickly picked them up, dressing in silence. Her heart pounded in her chest as she moved towards the door. She paused, seeing her car key on the table by the door, and hesitated, glancing back at Derrick. He remained asleep, his face peaceful in the dim light.

She contemplated leaving him a thank you note but decided against it as she grabbed the key, took a deep breath, and quietly slipped out of the room.

She hurried down the deserted hallway to the elevator, and out of the building. The cool morning air hit her like a slap as she stepped out of the building. Relief washed over her as she spotted her car in the valet lot, looking slightly worse for wear but intact.

As she got into the car, she froze. Her phone lay on the passenger seat, its screen glowing with missed notifications.

She picked it up and saw countless missed calls from her parents, Michael, and Sandra. Evelyn's heart sank as she stared at the screen, but she didn't return any of the calls.

Each number represented a conversation she wasn't ready to have, a judgment she wasn't ready to face.

With a clenched jaw, she tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, started the car, and drove off, the events of the past day playing on a loop in her mind.

house, it was early enough that the

sight of it all the decorations, the flowers, the frantic energy - felt like a punch to the gut. This

lies.

stepping out of the car. As she approached the front door, it swung open, and her father stood there, his face a mask of

Evelyn stared at her father, his face contorted in fury, and

looking equally relieved and worried. Michael reached out to her, his face etched with concern. "Evelyn, thank goodness you're

her expression cold and distant. She walked past them and into the house, her stepmother waiting in

all really worried. You should go shower," her stepmother said, her

wedding," Evelyn announced, her voice steady

room. Michael's face paled, his mouth opening

what I said," Evelyn replied, her voice unwavering. "I am not marrying you,

before. "What do you mean you re not getting married? How can you spend the night before your wedding God-knows-where, come back reeking of

stepped forward, her expression one of concern. "Evelyn, what's

echoed in her memory, clear as day. How could she have been so blind? She mused

never realize what a calculating bitch you are?'

broke through her thoughts, loud and angry. "You will go upstairs, get ready, and marry Michael, or you will cease to be a part

ached at her father's words. It hurt that he cared more about the wedding than her

not getting married. It was my choice to get married, and now I no longer want to get married. You can do whatever

you don't get married to Michael today, then you leave this house and never come back. I don't want to see your face ever again."