Marry Me!

Evelyn's POV

I've made the worst mistake of my entire being. I've had a fucking one night stand with a man I had just met at my stepsister's wedding party. Now, rumors of my passionate night with the strange CEO are all over the media. How do I go back to my family? How do I explain that it was just a mistake?

I knew I was doomed already, especially when I realized that my one night stand was not just any man. He was a cold, ruthless and arrogant billionaire CEO, nothing I'd have wished for. He had already left me all alone in the hotel suite we spent our scandalous night, after thrusting an empty cheque at me. Did he think I was some kind of lowlife pauper?

Well, I was in some way and I had refused the cheque. Stupid me!

My family never cared about me and I've failed at my career. I'm jobless now and almost hopeless. I'm sure I'd be homeless too soon, because my parents wouldn't hesitate to kick my ass out of their home.

I reached for the bag of clothes tossed at my side and began putting them on slowly. That was the only thing I could do at the moment.

I picked up a few of my belongings lying around and turned to the door. The noise at the main exit of the hotel was just too much for me and I wasn't ready for any more trouble, so I decided to make use of the rear exit. Surprisingly, I scampered my way through without anyone's notice, until I got to the brightly lit alley.

I boarded a taxi immediately and alighted in front of my parent's house. After the taxi zoomed away, I walked toward the door, only to notice that my baggage was thrown out of the house. I swallowed down hard before I placed a gentle knock on the door.

“What else are you here for, you whore? You think you can drag our reputation to the dust and come back in whenever you wished? Get the hell out of this place at once!” Rosalie snarled at me, with gritted teeth, just as she opened the door.

My limbs trembled as I lowered my gaze, fiddling with my fingers. I lacked words to say. Inhaling shakily, I hugged my quivering frame in comfort, a comfort that never did come.

“Get out right now, while I'm still being gentle with you, else I'd do it my way!” She threatened, with a look of contempt on her cold face.

“I'm sorry ma. Please it won't happen again,” I pleaded, almost dropping down to my knees, but she paid me no heed.

“You should have thought about that before spreading your legs shamelessly for him, you fool!” She spat angrily.

Lisa came out of the house and joined in, flinging a picture frame that I had cherished so much; the only memory of my late mother. It came crashing hard against the tiled veranda and smashing into tiny pieces.

“What?!" I gasped in shock. "Did you just do that?”

“Oh yeah! That's because we don't want any memory of you and your miserable dead mother in our house. You've dented our image and you don't deserve to be here, shameless slut!” Lisa spelt out with so much hatred in her eyes.

“Look who is talking.” I fired back at her, my voice laddened with grief. “Didn’t you sleep with my fiancé a few days ago?”

My words were accompanied by a resounding slap that shut me up and left my ear singing it's praises. I had to raise my gaze a little more to find out whose hand it was that landed on my cheek. As I moved my gaze, I noticed it was my dad's.

“You know you didn't need bother coming here, right? We don't need you here anymore!” He asked in calm tone, with a glint of fierceness.

I swallowed hard. I thought my dad would be different from them. I never knew he too would dance to their tune. Who else would I run to? What do I do now?

“Dad, I'm sorry for letting you down,” I said, amidst hiccups that hitched my throat.

“And who cares about that now? The deed has been done. You have to leave!” He declared with finality and turned back into the house.

Lisa and Rosalie glared at me with disdain and followed suit, leaving me to my fate. I toppled over while struggling hard to maintain my stance and fell against the broken glasses that cut my skin.

I sat on the floor and hugged my knees thinking of what next to do. My mind trailed back to my one night stand. I recalled that he had warned me to use the pills before he left the hotel room, but I have decided not to. I loved children and would like to have a child of my own, no matter who the father was.

I stayed there still, until I heard someone bolt out of the door unexpectedly.

“Oh you're still here, you stupid girl! Get out of this premises immediately, stinky thing!” Rosalie howled, posing a knife at me.

I jerked up immediately, evading the knife she had wanted to thrust through me. I flinched backwards, my steps receding fretfully. She advanced towards me and paused to turn back, while I took quick steps to escape. I soon felt a strange pair of arms grip me tightly from behind and a familiar cologne hit my nostrils.

When I stared back, I felt dominated by the towering height of a six-foot tall handsome young man with desirable features. He wrapped his endearing arms around my tiny waist and said the words, “Marry me!” into my ears.

I stood astounded as he collected some papers from another man, who stood next to him and gave them to me.

“Sign this!” He demanded.

My eyes popped when I read the words boldly inscribed on it, ‘Marriage Contract Agreement.'

I had to be dreaming. It can't be real!