Chapter 2 Disaster

“How could I enter the wrong room?!” Evelyn screamed internally, panic rising in her chest.

She had just made a colossal mistake for the most ridiculous reason!

Quickly, she turned on her heel, ready to flee from the scene, praying no one would ever find out—especially not her fiancé.

But fate had other plans.

“Evelyn?”

Just as she was about to bolt, she froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

A tall, handsome man stood before her, his face a mix of confusion and pain. His gaze shifted from the hotel room door numbered 1010 to Evelyn, who stood disheveled in front of him.

“Andre…” Evelyn’s voice cracked as she spoke his name.

Andre Sterling, the only heir to the richest business family in New Santerra, was her fiancé—arranged, but still a man who truly loved her. And Evelyn loved him too.

His eyes fell upon the reddish marks scattered across her neck and chest, stark against her skin where the collar of her dress had slipped just a bit. A wave of anger and disbelief crashed over him.

Andre wasn’t a fool; he knew exactly what had happened inside that damned room!

“Andre, I can explain!” Evelyn's voice trembled as she reached out, seeing him turn away from her with quick, angry strides.

He didn’t even glance back.

To him, Evelyn had become someone revolting—a woman who had betrayed his trust. His silence screamed louder than any words could.

Desperate, Evelyn chased after him, grabbing his arm as they reached the elevator.

“Wait!” she cried. But to her shock, Andre harshly yanked his arm away, pushing her so hard that she stumbled to the ground.

"Ah!"

For a brief moment, Andre’s face showed concern. But as the elevator doors opened, his expression shifted to one of cold hatred. “The Sterling family doesn’t marry sluts.”

With that, he stepped into the elevator.

“Andre! No, please—” Evelyn tried to stand, but her ankle twisted painfully from the fall. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the elevator doors close in front of her. “Andre!”

Limping, Evelyn forced herself to stand and tried to run after him, but the excruciating pain shot through her leg, making her collapse back onto the floor.

Through her blurred vision, she saw Andre walk away without looking back.

Clenching her fists in frustration, Evelyn screamed inwardly, "Why? Why is this happening to me?!"

This wasn't her fault.

She hadn’t meant to end up in that stranger’s bed.

As the sole heir to the Collins family and the fiancée of Andre Sterling, Evelyn was well aware of her responsibilities.

No part of her would have willingly done something so reckless and stupid!

She had no idea how long she sat there, paralyzed by her shattered world, when her phone’s ringtone snapped her back to reality.

Glancing at the screen, her father’s name flashed across it. She had no choice but to answer.

“Hello—”

Before she could even greet him, her father’s furious voice exploded from the phone, “Come home! NOW!”

**

The sharp ring of a phone cut through the silence of the luxurious hotel room. A man lying in bed slowly blinked awake, revealing a pair of striking blue eyes.

With a low growl, he glanced at the phone screen before lazily answering the call. “What?”

“Good morning, Mr. Adam. I apologize for disturbing you, but you have one hour before your final meeting at the branch office,” the voice on the other end chirped.

Adam’s eyes widened. He immediately sat up and checked the time on his phone.

It was already eight in the morning.

“Fifteen minutes,” Adam muttered before cutting the call. He hastily tossed the blankets aside and stood up.

As he moved, a faint scent of roses lingered in the air. Instantly, memories of the wild night before came flooding back. A mysterious, alluring woman had shared his bed.

But now, she was gone. Adam frowned. "She left without even asking for her tip?"

Shaking the thought away, he strode into the bathroom. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, the scratches on his neck and body made him chuckle darkly.

“A feisty little kitten.”

It was the first time he had encountered a woman who was so rough and bold, practically fighting him for dominance. Usually, Adam wouldn’t even entertain a ‘gift’ like her, but the alcohol had muddled his senses that night.

After quickly getting ready, Adam grabbed his phone from the bed. That’s when his eyes landed on the crimson stains on the sheets.

“Blood?” His brows furrowed as a million questions raced through his mind. “What kind of escort…?”

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He quickly opened it.

“Sir, it’s time to leave,” his assistant, Julian, reminded him—the same one who had interrupted his peaceful sleep earlier.

Adam nodded and stepped out of the room.

As they walked, he gave a firm command, “Julian, find out who the woman from last night was.”

Julian was taken aback. He hadn’t expected his boss to spend the night with anyone, let alone be curious about her. But he simply replied, “Understood.”