The Billionaire Revenge

Evelyn's pov

I stood at the counter of the small diner, my arms trembling barely as I punched in the order for Table 7. My mind wandered, distracted by the noise around me. It had been a tough day, like every other day, as I struggled to make ends meet with my mother's medical bills and overdue rent piling up.

The bell on the door rang as another customer entered the diner. I glanced up to see who it was, and my heart sank as I saw who it was. Kelvin Styles. 

He stood out in the diner as this wasn't his normal place to be, his sleek, tailored suit and His intimidating presence clashed with the diner's casual vibe. His confident energy commanded attention and whispers as people couldn't help but stare, looking at him with a mix of curiosity and awe.

But Kelvin wasn't here for them. His darkish, piercing eyes locked onto me, and a shiver ran down my spine. I swallowed tough, feeling as if the air had thinned out.

"Evelyn!" he called, his deep voice sending a tremor through her. It wasn't a greeting. It was a command.

"Sir?," I responded softly, trying to hold her voice regularly, surprised that he knew her name. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"I want to talk with you in private," he said to me, like an order.

"I'm working sir, if you would wait and give me a minute. I will be with you shortly" I said in reply trying to salvage the situation 

"You have five minutes" he walked to the booth at the back of the diner. I was still shocked about what was going on. My friend, Grace, saw the conversation and looked at me with surprise.

"You never told me you knew The Kelvin Styles," she said to me wanting me to fill in the details

"I don't know him and I am as surprised as you are. If you don't mind covering for me. I won't be long" I said as I gave her the order for table seven 

I walked to the booth where he was and stood before him, as I waited for him to say something and break the ice.

"Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the back booth. His tone was firm, leaving no room for refusal.

I hesitated my heart racing, remembering their last encounter at a charity gala where I had accidentally spilled a drink on him. He had been cold and dismissive, but now he was seeking me out. The question was, why?

Hope it wasn't to pay for his clothes, because I barely even make enough to feed him. I sat down, facing him. I played with my hands nervously hoping he had not come for something else other than to pay him for his damaged clothes.

"I'm working sir, so if you kindly let me know why you wanted to see me I would be glad" There was something about him that made resistance impossible.

He watched me for a while then he spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "I even have a proposition for you."

My brows furrowed. "A proposition?"

He leaned forward, placing his arms at the desk, his gaze unwavering. "I need a wife."

My eyes widened, unsure if I had heard him correctly. I searched his face for a hint of humor but found none. His expression was dead serious, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. He wasn't the type to joke around.

"Excuse me?" I asked, my voice slightly above a whisper.