The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter

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The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Derek sat at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees and his head bowed. His hands trembled slightly as they raked through his messy hair, the events of the nightmare lingering like a heavy fog.

Since waking up from the nightmare, he had been unable to go back to sleep or bring himself to get out of bed. Going to the office was the last thing on his mind, and he had texted his secretary to cancel all his appointments for the day because he was not feeling well. Evelyn held him close until morning, and then she left to prepare Samantha for school and take her to school since she knew Derek was not in the right frame of mind for that. Now, Evelyn watched him from the doorway, her heart aching at the sight of his slumped shoulders and distant stare.

She walked over and sat beside him, resting a gentle hand on his back. "Did you manage to sleep at all?" she asked softly, her voice laced with concern.

Derek shook his head. "Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, it was like I was back there... in the car... hearing the gunshots." He exhaled shakily, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It felt so real, Eve. And the worst part is, I don't think this is the first time I've had this dream. I think I've had this nightmare before... a lot of times, actually. Probably when I was a kid." Her brow furrowed. "You think so?" his gaze fixed on the f

He nodded, on the floor. "I can't explain it, but it's familiar. Like it's always been there, just buried deep inside." He paused, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. "I need to be sure it's more than just a nightmare." Evelyn hesitated, then asked, "What are you thinking of doing?" Derek rubbed his palms together, his mind racing. "First, I need to call my parents," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and determination. "I need to ask them if I ever had nightmares like this before."

Evelyn nodded, her hand sliding down to squeeze his. "Okay. Let's call them."

Derek picked up his phone and dialed his mother's number before pressing the phone to his ear.

Evelyn busied herself with organizing the bedroom, but stayed close enough to listen.

The call connected, and his

d his mother's warm voice came through.

"Derek! Good morning, sweetheart," she greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning, Mom," Derek said, his voice quieter than usual. "I...

I need

to ask you something. It's import

important."

His mother's tone shifted, her cheer replaced by concern. "Of course, honey. Are you okay? Is something wrong? What is it?" Derek hesitated, his fingers tightening around the phone. "Did I

have nightmares as a kid? About... about something terrible

end.

serious nightmares," he asked, and she sighed softly as though she had been hoping

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felt his cho you first came to us,

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his mother said gently. "You couldn't explain much. But you'd wake up crying, sometimes screaming, and you'd cling to us, saying you didn't want to lose us too." Her voice softened further. "It broke our hearts,

line. "Oh, Derek," 'his mot mother murmured. "What do

man... he shot them, Mom. He killed them." He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady his voice. "I want to look into it. I need to know the truth." There was a long pause. When his mother finally spoke, her voice was cautious. "Derek, are you sure about this? Digging into the past... it could bring

sister, but I can't stop there. I need to know what really happened to my parents. I need to

be this way. This

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get him

television, you would hide. And even toy guns terrified you. Coupled with the nightmares, which I thought were night terrors at first. I had to take you to a child psychologist, and she confirmed that med that you had post-traumatic stress disorder. I was very worried and scared for you. I had no idea what happened to your family, and to protect you, we decided you totally adopted our son's identity. That way, no one could find

But that's not what happened, darling. Yes, I chose you because you reminded me of him, and I was drawn to you naturally. But you were never meant to be a replacement for him. We wanted you to have all his stuff because it would be a waste to throw them out, but we didn't adopt you to be him. No one can replace a dead offspring. Being a parent now yourself, I'm sure

insane to be able to look at you and call you by his name without remembering my loss. It would have been easier to call you by a different name," she said, and for a moment, Derek

seemed like he no longer knew who he was or anything about

careful. Please, Derek," she pleaded when

will," he assured her. "I just... I have to do

ending the call. Derek set his phone down, buried his face in his hands, and exhaled deeply. Evelyn returned to the room and walked over to where he sat, handing him a steaming mug before sitting close to