The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter 152

As Sandra sat in the back of the cab on her way to Michael's place, she rested her head against the cool window as her thoughts flitted back to the time she'd spent shopping with Derek's mother and how seamlessly she was fitting into the family.

Thinking about what Derek's mom had said about her parents being present at the birthday party and about it being a significant night, Sandra raised her hand to look at her finger, and she smiled as she imagined a diamond ring on it.

Thinking about Derek proposing to her on that night, she decided that even though Derek's mother had asked her to make the party an intimate affair, it wouldn't be a bad idea for the party to be covered and put on the front page of the magazine- that way news of her engagement to Derek would be made public faster.

She sighed dreamily at the thought of finally being Mrs. Stone.

Nothing and nobody could stop her now- not Evelyn, and definitely not Michael. She was going to take care of them.

Evelyn was always going to be a threat to her as long as Evelyn knew about her and Michael's affair. She couldn't have that.

After what Michael tried to do, she knew that he, too, was a threat.

He would always want to hold something over her, and she couldn't have anyone blackmailing her.

She might have failed the last time with the drugging incident, but she wouldn't fail again. She couldn't afford to. That was why she was planning something even bigger and better now for those two. A permanent way to get rid of them. She was going to use one stone to kill two birds.

Not wanting to dwell on that, she took her phone out of her purse and dialed Derek's number with a smile. The phone rang twice before Derek picked up.

Away from there, Derek was seated in the dining with Evelyn and Samantha, having dinner as Samantha told them all about school.

Derek's phone vibrated on the table, and he glanced at the screen.

"It's Sandra," he muttered under his breath, trying not to show his irritation.

"Shouldn't she be on her way to Michael's or with him already? You should answer it," Evelyn said, her voice gentle but firm.

Derek hesitated, his eyes darting to Samantha, who was happily nibbling on her pasta, unaware of the tension.

Evelyn chuckled at his reluctance, knowing why he didn't want to take it in front of her. "Go on. I don't mind," she said, waving him off with a smile. "Just don't take too long."

With a sigh, Derek got up from the table, shaking his head as he glanced at Samantha again. Evelyn laughed softly, amused by his internal struggle, as he excused himself from the table and walked into the hallway for some privacy.

He answered the call. "Hello, Sandra."

Sandra's pout was almost audible through the phone. "I always have to be the one calling you, Derek. Do you ever miss me?"

Derek rubbed his forehead, his patience thinning. "We've been over this several times, Sandra. You know I'm busy. Are you sure you want to be with someone who's always tied up with work? You might end up lonely. Maybe it's best we end things if you can't cope." There was a brief silence before Sandra quickly reassured him, her voice suddenly soft and eager. "I don't mind as long as you come back home to me every night. That's all that matters."

Derek leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling. "If that's enough for you.." he said, trailing off. He could already feel the strings of Sandra's ambitions pulling at the edges of their nonexistent relationship.

said brightly, wanting to change the subject. "It was so much

to hear you're getting along with her. She's important

clearly trying to steer the

and she told me her birthday is in three weeks. Guess

through her

a significant night, and my family was invited. I want it to be special, Derek. So, I was thinking... Maybe I could invite a couple of reporters and have my magazine cover the event. You know, make

exactly what she was fishing for.

was practically glowing through the phone now. "You don't mind?

a big announcement to make that night, so it's

of the line.

his head, amusement coloring his voice. "Now, Sandra, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise,

she was right, and he planned to propose. "Well,

sighed, already tired of the charade. "I'm sure you'll look great. Now,

"I'll let you go. Just don't forget our plans for this weekend, okay? You have to

forgotten," Derek replied, and with

he saw Evelyn standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed and a curious smile on her

she said, raising an eyebrow. "What was

in for a surprise, just not the one she's expecting." Evelyn shook her head, her

"It's her idea. If she wants to expose herself to the world, that's on her. Besides, your parents did nothing

back to Samantha," he said softly, touching her arm and she followed him even though there was

as

cab outside Michaels house, she took a deep breath, reminding herself that she had to stay

a means to an end. This would all be over soon, and she'd finally have everything she wanted-Derek, his

door and rang the bell. Glancing around, she hoped

door opened, and there he was, standing in the doorway with a glass of wine

think you wouldn't show up," Michael said, stepping aside to let her

clicking softly against the floor. "Why wouldn't I? We've already resolved our differences." Her voice was calm, but she couldn't help glancing around the room, half-expecting some hidden camera

eyes followed her gaze, and he chuckled. "Looking for something?" he asked, taking a

didn't

a mock toast. "I have no reason to do that, Sandy. You don't need

a small part of her that couldn't fully trust him anymore. "Good," she

a drink?" Michael asked, and she eyed the bottle but shook her

I'm not in

but with an underlying intensity. "Fine," he

in her seat, "So, I have

talk after... I didn't invite you

"Alright," she murmured, standing up slowly and

catch his breath after he was done having sex with her,