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.

finally pulled up to her house, it was early enough that the

the flowers, the frantic energy - felt like a

lies.

took a moment to steel herself before stepping out of the car. As she approached the front door, it swung open, and her father stood there, his face a mask of worry and fury. "Evelyn!" he roared,

father, his

out to her, his face etched with

walked past them and into the house, her stepmother

calls. You got us all really worried. You should go shower," her stepmother said, her tone gentle but firm. "We need to get ready for

voice steady and loud enough

silence fell over the room. Michael's face

finally managed to ask. "I mean exactly what I said," Evelyn replied, her voice unwavering. "I am not marrying

you re not getting married? How can you spend the night before

expression one of concern. "Evelyn, what's wrong? Are you having

clear as day. How could she have been so blind? She mused as she looked at Sandra with a blank expression, feeling a surge

never realize what a calculating bitch you are?' she thought,

upstairs, get ready, and marry Michael, or you will cease to be a part of

at her father's words. It hurt that he

married. It was my choice to get married, and now

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