All Chapters of The Unexpected Proposal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31: ELIZABETH’S ANGERElizabeth stands across from Simeon, her arms securely closed over her chest, eyes blazing at him with an intensity that seems to scorch the air between them. The area appears small and oppressive; the fury coursed through her veins and weighs down every breath she takes. He stands there, the same man who once claimed her heart, but today, he is nothing more than a stranger, a traitor to what they created together. Her claws dig into her palms, and as her fists close at her sides, she pushes herself to talk."I don't need your apologies, Simeon," she says, voice shrill like a whip snapping across the air. "You had a chance. And you toss all of it away. Taste unpleasant on her tongue, the words. She had not anticipated this as the course of events—not with him appearing so regretful but too late, not with how he hurt her. Initially meant for him, the tears now blaze as wrath. She sees him for who he is now; she is not the naive lady she once was.Her words

CHAPTER 33: ALEX’S LAST PLAY Alex slants back in the leather chair, his fingertips tapping gently across the armrest. Elizabeth's parents are seated stiffly across from him, their expressions dubious. Though they have always liked him, even trusted him, that trust is insufficient. Not quite yet.He needs them to have doubts.Alex replies gently, his voice tinged with the correct level of concern: "I just want to see her hurt again." "You remember how damaged she was following what Simeon did? Don't you?" He lets the words sink and watches her mother move, her lips forming a narrow line.Her father exhales and rubs his temple. "People grow, Alex.""Sure," Alex responds too quickly. But do they? He leans forward, lowering his voice as though he were divulging a secret. First of all, Simeon is a businessman. It always is the norm. Elizabeth was, he pauses, choosing his words carefully, a casualty of his ambition."Their eyes flash with a shade of mistrust. Though Alex sees it, it's tiny

CHAPTER 35: SHE STANDS HER GROUND Elizabeth walks into the café where Alex sits; her pulse is stable even inside a tempest. When he sees her, he smiles, sure as always, but she doesn't waver. She is here to finish, not here to ask questions or make appeals. Alex leans back in his chair and whispers, "You finally came," fingers drumming idly against the table. "Took you long enough to realise someone else is truly on your side." Elizabeth gets out of the chair across from him but does not sit. "I came here to listen to your lies, not." Her voice is like a razor slicing across the air. Alex's smile falters, but he covers it with a chuckle. Get on, Lizzie. You hardly believe Simeon deserves you, do you?" He leans forward and lowers his voice. "I know your family. I understand their point of view. Deep down, you know they are correct; I am superior. Her nails push into the wood, and she holds the rearrest of the chair. "No, Alex," said You have done nothing except influence me, what I

CHAPTER 37: ELIZABETH’S ROLEPapers were strewn before her, the laptop screen gleaming against the dark workspace. Elizabeth leaned across the big conference table. The city outside was sleeping; she was not. She could not afford to be that way. Arms crossed and weariness on him, Simeon looked on from the entrance. He adds that rest would benefit you, but even he knows it is futile. Her fingers tap on her notebook as she shakes her head. We lack time for rest. Her voice is strong and constant. Alex is now ahead, but not for long. Simeon exhales and moves closer. Her tightening jaw and the bright glitter in her eyes show the same drive that caused him to fall for her. He claims you have a plan. Elizabeth shakes her head. It's an excellent one. She turns her laptop towards him. The screen contains a crisis management plan, charts, and reports. We change the narrative. Counter his falsehoods with complex data. Challenge the story, please, investors. Controlling the narrative lets us c

CHAPTER 39: A SHOCKING OFFERDimly illuminated, the restaurant hums with soft conversations and far-off clinking of glasses. Every muscle in Elizabeth's body is coiled tight as she sits across from Alex, hands folded in her lap. Though she doesn't believe in him, she is present. He desired this meeting and insisted on it. Against her better judgment, curiosity prevailed. Instead of enemies on the edge of war, Alex reclines and throws an arm across the booth like old friends catching up. His confidence is more substantial, and his fitted suit is crisp. He continues, "I have an offer for you," after carefully placing the glass down, he sips his whisky. Elizabeth's eyes get smaller. "I don't work for you, Alex." He laughs quietly and knowingly. "Not yet." He observes her response with silent enjoyment as he slides a thin packet over the table. "That," he continues, putting a finger on the cover, "is a contract that will make you more powerful than you have ever hoped." Elizabeth hesit