Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal Novel Evelyn And Derek

He was headed towards healing and it’s the best part of our relationship. He suddenly stopped on his track when his phone vibrated. He placed me on the sofa and brought it out. “What’s that?” I asked once I saw him smirk. He brought the phone close to my face so as to see it. “BUSINESS MOGUL, DEREK MILLER HAS BEEN IN AN ENTANGLEMENT WITH SCOVANI’S PRIME MINISTER, FAJRA DEXTER WHILE PREGNANCY ALLEGATIONS ARE CURRENTLY GOING AROUND”

' She thought as she tapped her forehead and bit her lower lip. She felt like she was struck by lightning when she recalled that Cath used to call her brother Matty. 'So, Kitty is Catherine... Wait! Does it mean that I just met a CEO? The CEO of Triple A Entertainment?' She couldn't believe it, staring at the business card, she realized that she wrongly accused a CEO. "I-I'm so sorry, Cath. I was not aware that he's your brother. I-I accused him of being a con artist because he told me that he would give anything that I wish. So, I thought--"

Most girls dream of marrying a billionaire. Me? I'd rather make fun of one. Especially if the billionaire in question is Alexander Grant. Excuse me - Xander Grant. That's right - the "mega-hot" entrepreneur who's appeared on both Modern Startup Monthly's "Richest Innovators Under 35" list and Celebrity Spark Magazine's "Hottest Eligible Bachelors" list in the last year.

“What do you mean?” “Sebastian Bolt.” She sneered. I raised my brow in question. Had she really flown all this way because of the announcement of my engagement to the billionaire CEO? “My fiancé?” I asked. “You mean my fiancé.” “I’m confused.” “He is mine or was mine before you somehow stole him from me.” She cried. “He broke off the engagement just before the announcement of your engagement to him.” My eyes widened unable to contain my surprise. I had only recently agreed to the man’s proposal considering I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter seeing as I would have lost my company without his investment.

“We’re saving money. We can’t afford to hire anyone yet, not until I get my inheritance” Jess sighs. “Yeah, yeah. We’re broke bakers trying to build a dream.” She wipes her forehead. “Speaking of money, are you sure you don’t want to marry Christian Hilton? That's the only way to get your inheritance Penny” I throw a crumpled napkin at her. “Absolutely not.” She smirks. “You’re seriously turning down a fortune because you don’t want to be some hot billionaire’s trophy wife?” I groan, throwing my head back. “Jess.”

That’s when Evelyn happened. It started two years ago. I met her at a charity gala. She was part of the event’s planning team, working the room in a silk green dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her laugh caught my attention first; unapologetically bold, like someone who had nothing to prove. We got talking. Then we got drinking. And before the night ended, we were tangled up in sheets at her penthouse suite downtown. She was the distraction I didn’t know I needed. She made me feel alive again. With Evelyn, I wasn’t the husband who failed. I was just a man…a wanted man. She didn’t ask for promises. At least not then.

“You’d be a fool not to. He’s incredibly good-looking and so kind.” I scoffed. “Good-looking? Sure. But kind? Hell no.” “Compassionate,” she added dreamily. “I bet he’s strong too. Those abs… I love how strict he gets. Always so professional.” As she spoke, I could tell she was lost in a fantasy. Was she ovulating or something? Because this was a completely different Vivian from the professional one I’d spent the past few days with. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be Mrs. Richard Anthony William? Wife of the third richest man in the whole world?”

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

I said with a slight smile. Sandra chuckled at that before leaning in and softly whispering to me with a teasing look like she’s about to tell me the biggest secret in the world “she’s the richest missus in New York city. I am sure she can afford it” before laughing at her own joke. I rolled my eyes at her and added “Yeah well, we never grew up to splurge and now it seems like it’s just second nature to her. Anyway, got to go before I get late since I have a lot of decorations to do for my little surprise” and walked off with a wave at Sandra.

I felt a deep sense of gratitude that the bitter emotions I had long harbored had finally begun to dissipate. Emily and I headed to the nightclub for a meeting with Don Sacrum, a prominent investor. Unconventional as it may seem, Don consistently preferred conducting business in such settings. His reputation preceded him, and I made it a point to be available at his beck and call, regardless of the hour. As the son of a renowned billionaire, Don Sacrum had inherited a vast fortune following his father's passing a few months prior. I glanced over at Emily, noticing a look of discomfort on her face. Seeking to alleviate her unease, I gently took her small hand in mine, offering a reassuring to