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.

a blur. When she finally pulled up to her house, it was early enough that the neighborhood was still shrouded in a quiet morning calm, but her house

felt like a punch to the gut. This wasn't her reality anymore.

lies.

and her father stood there, his face a mask of worry

air, a physical blow. Evelyn stared at her father, his face contorted in fury,

equally relieved and worried. Michael reached out to her, his face etched with concern. "Evelyn, thank

distant. She walked past

You should go shower," her stepmother said, her tone gentle but firm. "We need to get ready for the

Evelyn announced, her voice steady and loud enough for everyone to

silence fell over the room. Michael's face paled, his mouth opening

ask. "I mean exactly what I said," Evelyn replied, her voice unwavering. "I

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

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

sympathy. The betrayal echoed in her memory, clear as day. How could she have been so blind?

what a calculating bitch you are?' she thought, but she said

her thoughts, loud and angry. "You will go upstairs, get

at her father's words. It hurt that he

to get married, and now I no longer want

"If you don't get married to Michael today, then you leave this house and never come