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.

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

hand coming up to shield her eyes from the bright light. "What's your problem?"

sharp as a blade. "You drugged me, didn't you?" He

eyes widened, but she quickly masked her shock with a frown. "What are

play dumb with me. I just watched the video," Michael snarled, taking out the vial from

What video are you talking about?" She

Answer my damn question! Why did you

made her falter. She knew denying it wouldn't work, so she swallowed hard as she quickly tried 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!

clenched in disbelief. Sandra looked at him incredulously. "Did you really set up a video recorder in here?" she asked, her

important is why you felt the need to drug

his tone, "Look, I wasn't planning

crap and tell me exactly what your plan was, or else I'm going

flashed angrily. "Kill me? Why don't you try? Was I the only one here with a plan? What about you? did you plant a camera in here? What was

mess with

put a camera in here without my knowledge? Were you

with Rayna," she lied. Michael blinked in surprise, but his glare didn't waver. "What? And you thought drugging me was the best solution?" Sandra b Sandra brushed a 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

remember the details. And I don't remember coming back here either. Did your camera catch that?" she asked, and Michael's anger turned to

the point where Sandra entered the room. His stomach dropped as the video 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

said quickly, shaking her head frantically. "I don't remember telling her anything, Michael. I was with Rayna when Evelyn showed up, and after that,

mind raced as he cursed under his

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

too, or had it been just Evelyn? How did Evelyn know the