The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 125

Michael woke up the following day with a splitting headache. The throbbing in his skull was relentless, like someone had been pounding a hammer against his temples all night. He groaned and sat up slowly, his eyes squinting as the sunlight streamed through the curtains of the suite.

"What the hell happened?" he muttered, rubbing his forehead. The room felt unfamiliar and disjointed. He glanced down and realized he was still fully clothed, his clothes wrinkled from having slept in them. Confusion swirled in his mind as he turned to his side. Sandra was lying beside him on the bed, also fully clothed, her chest rising and falling in deep sleep. Michael's frown deepened. He didn't remember what had happened and why they were both still fully clothed.

He reached out and shook her shoulder gently. "Sandra, wake up."

She didn't stir.

Michael's irritation grew. He shook her harder, this time more aggressively. "Sandra!"

She groaned, her face scrunching up in discomfort as she slowly opened her eyes. "What... what time is it?" she mumbled, her voice groggy.

Michael ignored the question, his mind racing. "How did we end up like this? What the hell happened last night?"

Sandra blinked in confusion, slowly sitting up. "I... I don't know. I have the worst headache," she said, pressing her palm to her forehead.

Michael narrowed his eyes as he stood up from the bed, his gaze sweeping the room. Something didn't add up.

He scanned the suite, his eyes settling on the small hidden camera he had planted in the corner before Sandra had arrived. He quickly retrieved it and plugged it into his phone, his heart pounding as he pulled up the footage.

He fast-forwarded through the video, his brows furrowing as he saw himself sitting on the bed, drinking from the wine while he waited for Sandra to join him. His movements seemed to slow down, and he yawned repeatedly until he dozed off, passing out within minutes of drinking the wine. Michael's jaw tightened as he rewound the footage to the beginning.

There it was Sandra, pouring something into the wine before his arrival. His blood boiled.

thought, he marched back to the bed and roughly shook Sandra, who had gone back

hand coming up to shield her eyes from the

Michael's voice was sharp as a blade. "You drugged me, didn't you?"

shock with a frown. "What are you talking

the vial from her purse. "You put

What video are you talking about?" She asked with

my damn question! Why

to fabricate a believable story, "It..... it wasn't what you think. I didn't mean any harm. It was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, not a sedative! I just - I

didn't even drink from it, and you left after I passed out." Michael's eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched in disbelief. Sandra looked at him incredulously. "Did you really set up a

important is why you

flinched at his tone, "Look, I wasn't

plan was, or else

angrily. "Kill me? Why don't you try? Was I the only one here with a plan? What

mess with me,

so what? Why did you put a camera in here without my knowledge? Were you going to blackmail me with our

brushed her hair out of her face, "You were pressuring me, and I didn't know what else to do! You threatened to cut me off our arrangement; I didn't have a choice! It was easier than just saying no. I don't trust you." Sandra's voice was defensive. Michael scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, now I don't trust you either." The room fell into tense silence. They glared at each other, tension simmering between them until Sandra's face suddenly shifted, her frown deepening. "Wait.

back here either.

showed Evelyn bringing Sandra into the room, laying her beside him, and taking photos of them before leaving. Sandra's eyes widened as she leaned in to see, and she paled. "What the hell..?" Michael swore under his breath. "Did you tell Evelyn about this suite?" he asked, his voice tight with

telling her anything, Michael. I was with Rayna when Evelyn showed up, and

mind raced as he cursed under his breath again. "We need to get those pictures

to get them from Evelyn?" Sandra asked, and Michael's

in thoughts, while Sandra frowned as she kept wondering how and when Evelyn had switched their drinks. Was Rayna in on it, too, or had it been just Evelyn? How did Evelyn know the suite number? "I think we will let her keep the pictures"" Michael said after pacing for some time, and Sandra