The Billionaire’s Unexpected Proposal (Evelyn and Derek)

As Sandra drove back home, she couldn't stop cussing herself for making such a lousy move the previous night.

It was unlike her to act so rashly. Now she had to face Michael, who was still very suspicious of her, and at the same time deal with Evelyn.

She wished she knew what Evelyn was planning or thinking. Something about the way Evelyn had responded made her anxious. Although Michael had said he would clear things up at his end and make sure Derek and his parents wouldn't take Evelyn seriously, she still couldn't help being worried about Evelyn.

As Sandra stepped into the house, she paused for a moment when the soft murmur of voices drifted from the dining table ahead.

She had been avoiding her parents since the incident with Evelyn the previous day, and neither of them had made any effort to talk to her either.

Her brows pulled together when she heard Evelyn's voice.

Not wanting to believe that Evelyn was there again, she hurried to the dining, taking in the sight of her parents and Evelyn seated together.

Her heart tightened as she noticed how effortlessly Evelyn seemed to fit in, smiling at her mother and engaging in light conversation with their father as if the last six years had not happened.

Her stomach churned with hatred at the sight of Evelyn, who looked so relaxed. She was the picture of ease and belonging.

"You're home," Eric said when they noticed her presence.

Sandra looked at him, hurt and angry that he had accepted Evelyn back so easily despite all her efforts to be a good daughter to him while she was away.

Sandra, feeling a sudden pang of jealousy mixed with frustration, forced a smile and approached the table.

"Yeah. Seems like my presence wasn't missed."

"Don't say that, Sandy," Evelyn chided with a cheerful smile.

After her phone call with Sandra earlier, she had decided to go see her parents instead of going to her place. She thought it was wiser for them to hear from her first and let them know what happened between her and Sandra the night before. Claire looked up from her plate with a curious expression. "You didn't say you were sleeping out last night. Where are you coming from? Where did you spend the night?"

Sandra felt a lump form in her throat. She couldn't shake the feeling that Evelyn had already told them everything, and now her mother was just waiting for her to admit it.

Her eyes darted nervously to Evelyn, who was sipping her tea with a contented smile as if she had no care in the world.

"What has Evelyn told you?" She asked, trying to gauge the situation.

Claire raised an eyebrow and set her fork down. "Are you okay? Why are you asking me about Evelyn when I asked you a question? Where did you spend the night?" Claire asked harshly.

Panic surged in Sandra, and before she could stop herself, tears began welling up in her eyes. "No, I'm not okay. I'm not okay," Sandra cried as she broke into a sob, startling everyone. Evelyn rolled her eyes, wondering what kind of drama Sandra was about to act this time. "What's wrong, darling?" Evelyn asked calmly.

"Don't darling me, you witch!" Sandra yelled, and their parents exchanged a look.

"Don't talk to your sister in that tone..."

"Sister? Evelyn is no sister of mine. She is a witch. I went out to meet Evelyn last night to resolve things, but... but she drugged me, Mom! She drugged me and tried to blackmail me!" Sandra cried.

Both Claire and Eric turned to Evelyn, their faces filled with shock and confusion. Evelyn had told them she had something to tell them, but she had yet to get into the details before Sandra arrived, so they had no idea what Sandra was talking about. Evelyn, however, continued sipping her tea, her smile widening ever so slightly. She set her cup down gently and looked at Sandra, feigning surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I find it hilarious that you're trying to twist this entire situation on me. You need to stop this before you dig yourself into an even deeper hole," Evelyn advised. "What are you talking about, Sandra?" Claire asked, her voice now tinged with concern as she looked between her daughters.

"What is she talking about?" Claire asked Evelyn.

Evelyn shrugged innocently. "I have no idea what she's talking about, Mom."

Sandra clenched her fists in frustration, her voice rising as she pointed at Evelyn. "Don't lie! Just admit it! We met last night, right? You drugged me and booked that suite at the hotel! You dragged me there after I passed out!" Evelyn blinked. "Why would I deny that we met? Yes, we met last night. Rayna asked that we hang out last night. I got there expecting to spend time with Ray, but Sandra showed up, and then I realized she was the one who wanted to meet me. But everything else she is accusing me of fis s absurd, Evelyn said calmly. Sandra's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Evelyn, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. "Don't you dare pretend like you didn't drug me! I have evidence, Evelyn. You can't keep lying!"

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, her tone still calm but now laced with amusement. "So you said earlier. Well, 1 have evidence, too, and it proves that you're lying, Sandra."

Their parents looked between the two of them, their confusion deepening. Eric finally spoke, his voice firm.

"All right, enough of this. If both of you have evidence, let's see it. Show us what you're talking about."

"The suite! The suite Michael and I woke up in this morning. We found out that Evelyn paid for it! The receptionist said it was Evelyn who brought me in there.

She set us up and took pictures of us to blackmail me!"

Eric's expression darkened, and he frowned deeply.

"What was Michael doing in the suite with you, Sandra?"

Sandra swallowed hard, her throat dry as she struggled to explain. "It was a setup! Evelyn called Michael and asked him to come over, pretending she wanted to talk things through with him because she knew he was still in love with her." Evelyn couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. "Oh, Sandra, that's quite the story. Michael, in love with me?

That's the funniest thing I've heard all day. Remind me, please. Who called for our meeting last night? Wasn't it you?"

Sandra's face flushed with anger. "I did, but that doesn't

mean-

Evelyn cut her off, her tone turning sharp. "Exactly. And do you really think I would set something up like that and be foolish enough to pay for the hotel suite in my own name? That doesn't even make sense."

Sandra's frustration mounted. "You're trying to deny it, but it won't work this time!"

Eric leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Really? If Evelyn is lying, then how did you know she took pictures of you and Michael if you were both unconscious, as you claim?"

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stammered, trying to think of an answer since she couldn't say Michael had set up a camera in the room. "I...

just have a feeling she did it! We woke up there together.

Why else would she put us there?"

"So, let me get your story straight. You asked Rayna to invite me over, and somehow I knew you'd be there, so I came with a sedative and also invited Michael over and booked a suite before you showed up, so I could drug you both and set you up? Does it add up? Does rubbish tale you're spinning make sense to you? I feel insulted that you assume everyone is as mentally slow and retarded as you," Evelyn said, and Sandra glared at her, but inwardly Sandra admitted to herself that her story didn't make sense. Eric folded his arms and turned to Evelyn. "If what Sandra is saying isn't true, show us your proof." Evelyn's eyes gleamed as as she

slowly took out her phone.

Sandra's heart skipped a beat. What was Evelyn about to show them?

"I have a little video, actually," Evelyn said, her voice casual. "So, last night, Sandra claimed she wanted us to make up. And then she asked Rayna to excuse us for a while, and we talked things through. After I agreed to forgive her, she embraced me. Never would I have imagined that this snake here was putting something into my drink..." "Lies! All lied! You're a pathetic liar," Sandra cut in.

"As I said, I have a video to back up my story. Thankfully, someone at the club signaled me from the balcony and told me they saw something interesting. Sandra, care to guess what it was?"

Sandra's blood ran cold. "You're lying. You're making this all up."

"Am I?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "You see, the person sent me a video of you trying to put something in my drink. That was why I switched the drinks when you weren't looking. That's why I excused you and Rayna, claiming I wanted to use the restroom. I went to meet the person," Evelyn said since she didn't want Sandra to suspect Rayna of being on her side.

Sandra's eyes widened. Who could have made such a video? How could that have happened "No! That's not true! You're accusing me falsely! I didn't-"

"Relax, Sandra," Evelyn said, her tone icy. "I have the video right here. Do you want to see it, or should I show it to Mom and Dad?"

Their parents exchanged worried glances, and Claire's voice trembled as she asked, "Show us the video, Evelyn."

Sandra's heart pounded in her chest as Evelyn tapped a few buttons on her phone. She played the video, and there it was-clear as day. Sandra could be seen subtly slipping something into Evelyn's drink when she thought no one was looking. The sight of it made Claire gasp, and Eric's face hardened with disappointment.

Evelyn smiled sweetly as she set her phone back on the table. "There you have it. I didn't drug her. I just switched the drinks, and when she passed out, I left," Evelyn lied for Sandra's benefit since she planned to tell her parents the truth later.

Claire's eyes filled with tears as she turned to Sandra.

"Sandra, what did you put in Evelyn's drink?"

Sandra's mind raced for a way out. "I... I don't know that person in the video. Evelyn set this up. She's manipulating everything!"

"You don't know the person in the video? Take a look at the video again, Sandy. You're still wearing the same dress from last night," Evelyn said with a smirk. "You're lying. Why are you doing this to me?" Sandra asked, breaking into a sob.

Their mother looked heartbroken, and Eric's expression was unreadable. "Sandra, you've been caught in a lie; quit your drama. It's embarrassing."

Sandra's frustration boiled over. "Why are you both just taking Evelyn's side and not taking my word for it? You should go to the hotel and confirm it for yourselves!

Evelyn booked the suite! Why else would she do that if she didn't take photos of us?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it. She rose when she saw it was the realtor and it was time for their meeting.

"Sorry, I need to take my leave. I have some business to attend to," Evelyn said to her parents.

Sandra stared at her in disbelief. "You want to run away because you've been caught!"

Evelyn stood up, adjusting her coat. "Don't be a fool, Sandra. Why would I run when I'm innocent? I'm giving you extra time to cook up a better story, Sandra. We can continue this nonsense later when I have time to spare for your bullshit. But you should know that I'm really disappointed in you for this cock and bull story you came up with."

With that, Evelyn turned and walked out of the house, leaving their parents staring at Sandra with disappointment in their eyes.

"This is your second strike, Sandra. One more strike and you're out," Claire threatened, knowing that Eric was still holding back for her sake.

Sandra's chest tightened with rage as she stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. She screamed into her pillow, her whole body trembling with frustration.

Who was the unfortunate being who had videoed her slipping the sedative in Evelyn's drink? How could such an incriminating evidence exist?

She couldn't let Michael find out that she had tried to drug Evelyn, or else he was going to figure out why she drugged him.

She was going to have to find a way to make all of this go away so that Michael wouldn't find out the truth.

Evelyn might have slipped away this time, but Sandra swore to herself that she wouldn't let her get away with it ever again. She would make sure of it.

With that she picked up her phone and dialed Michael's line.