The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal (Evelyn and Derek)

Neither Sandra nor Michael said a word as he drove her home. The quiet drone of the car was the only sound as Sandra stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. She was still battling with her disappointment over having Michael take her home instead of Derek. She had hoped to spend some time with him. Michael, on the other hand, was still reeling from the events of dinner. Damn Derek and his wide mouth.

If only

y Derek had kept it shut. No. It wasn't Derek. It was Sandra. If only she had not pulled that stupid stunt and had simply shown up at the hotel as he had asked her without involving Evelyn, then none of these would have happened, Michael thought as his grip tightened on the steering wheel and he pulled the car over by the roadside abruptly. Sandra turned to ask him why he was stopping, but without warning, Michael reached over and wrapped his hands around her throat.

Sandra gasped, eyes wide with terror. "Michael! What the hell are you doing?" she choked out, her hands instinctively clawing at his, trying to pry them off.

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low and angry, "What did you plan to do, Sandra? Why did you try to drug Evelyn? You think I wouldn't find out?"

Sandra's mind raced as she struggled to catch her breath, fear shooting through her veins. "What...what are you talking about? I didn't-" she sputtered, trying to feign innocence.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Michael snarled his face inches from hers, his grip tightening for a moment before he released her abruptly.

Sandra coughed, gasping for air as she backed cked against t the door, shaking as she raised both hands to her neck.

"You tried to set me up with Evelyn, didn't you? You thought you could drug her, drug me, and make me look like a fool. Do you like Derek that much that you'd do something this reckless?" Michael's words cut like shards of glass. Sandra's voice trembled, "Michael, I don't know what you're talking about... you're scaring me." She tried to sound convincing, but her heart pounded in her chest.

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t falling for for her act.

She could see the fury burning in his eyes- he wasn't through his hair in frustration. "Don't mess with me, Sandra. You set this whole thing up, and I'm done with you. You're not marrying Derek. Our deal is off."

Michael scoffed, leaning back in his seat, running a

Sandra's fear quickly turned into anger. She straightened up, her voice now sharp. "You don't get to decide that anymore, Michael. I'm marrying Derek whether you like it or not." Michael's eyes flashed with rage. "You think you're walking into that that family without my blessing? I paved the way for you, Sandra. I brought you into this. If I decide you're out, you're out. I'll block every step you take." Sandra's lips curled into a bitter smile. "You wouldn't Because if you try to block I'll expose you. I know more about your schemes than you think. So you stay out of my path, Michael. It's in your best interest." Michael clenched his jaw, shaking his head. "I can't believe I ever trusted a bitch like you."" a bastard too. Don't get mad just because I'm playing the same game as you. You planted that camera so you could blackmail me with those photos to keep you in check," he snapped at her.

Sandra shot back, her voice laced with contempt. "And

"I didn't want to blackmail you! I only wanted leverage. So also wanted leverage. We're the same, Michael. We think alike, so stop acting surprised and betrayed."

Sandra laughed scornfully, "L "Leverage, blackmail, same They "We

stared at each t each other, the tension thick between them. Finally, Sandra spoke again, her tone softening. were both

both wrong. We shouldn't have thought of doing what we planned to do. I'm sorry I did that to you. We have both come a long way, and I don't want us to fight each other. We both want the same thing, Michael. I want to be Derek's wife. And honestly, you stand to gain more than lose if I marry him. I'll make sure you're always taken care of. I'll push things in your favor. We can still work together." I Michael remained silent for a moment, weighing her words. Then, reluctantly, he sighed. "Fine. You can keep going. But only on one condition-you stay my lover. No more games, no more stunts like this."

Sandra raised an eyebrow, her voice skeptical. "And how do I know I can trust you not to take more photos? How do I know you won't try to ruin me?"

Michael glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "As long as you don't give me reasons to doubt you, I won't do it again. Just don't try anything stupid like you did the other night."

Sandra leaned back in her seat, exhaling, "Fine."

They both sat in silence for a moment before Sandra spoke again. "But what about Evelyn? If she gets arrested, she might have proof that I drugged her.

Everything could fall apart."

Michael cursed under his breath, gripping the wheel tighter. "It's Derek's fault. He's the one pushing for this.

I thought he'd be defending her as usual, not throwing her under the bus. I don't understand why he wants her arrested so badly."

Sandra's lips twisted into a smirk. "Shouldn't you be glad, though? It clearly shows that Derek is done with her. He doesn't want her anymore."

Michael paused, his mind working through the situation. "Yeah, but did you notice? He didn't seem shocked about Evelyn having a kid. He didn't even blink. Something's off."

Sandra nodded slowly, realizing the same. "Maybe that's why he's so determined to punish her. Maybe he realized that she wasn't as good as he thought, and now he's angry. Did you really see the kid's father there, or were you just fibbing?" Michael scowled. "I saw him. His name is Liam. I still can't believe she cheated on me."

Sandra's smile widened. "We "Well, it looks like Evelyn wasn't as innocent as we thought. It's a good thing she's not in our way anymore. I'll talk to Rayna. I need her help deleting that video."

Michael's head snapped toward her, eyes wide. "What video?"

Sandra looked away, shame washing over her when she realized he didn't know about that. "Someone caught me on camera putting something in Evelyn's drink."

Michael's eyes flared with anger. "Are you f for real?

Have you lost your senses? Do you realize what you've done?"

Sandra swallowed, her voice trembling. "I didn't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry. I will take care of it, I promise."

Michael sighed

d heavily, running his hands over his face. "When is Evelyn supposed to resume at the magazine?"

"Tomorrow," San Sandra replied, wondering why he was asking.

"Fine," Michael said, his voice cold and calculating.

"You can arrange for someone to steal her phone tomorrow. And I will do what I can. I will talk to my aunt and convince her to drop the hotel investigation and leave Evelyn alone. We can't afford any more loose ends." "That sounds like a good idea. Let's do that. I don't want any more business with Evelyn," Sandra said since she had begun to worry that Evelyn might ruin her plans if she continued to provoke her.

"To prove that we are back to being partners, why don't you be a good girl and give me some sugar?" Michael asked, taking her hand and placing it on his thigh.

Sandra rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged on her lips as she unzipped his fly, and she gave him a blow job.

With that settled, Michael restarted the engine and took her home.