My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

Chapter 3

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or locked behind her. Her back slid down the smooth wood paneling until

entless, torturous loop. A mistake.

yes swollen, face blotchy and red. She looked pathetic. She felt pathe

velope. The UCLA logo was embossed in the corner. An acceptance let

l for college, and a small, stupid part of her had held onto

y was now a

r as him, felt like a prison sentence. Every corner,

movements stiff, and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. Her refl

ers, jeans, t-shirts. She left behind her yearbooks. She left behind the worn paperback she'd been reading at the beach house

the future. The

nding with his friends, laughing easily. He looked handsome and carefree,

e looked in

tion she needed. He truly

a bitter taste in h

after receiving her diploma, she said goodbye

away from the misty mornings of Santa Monica. The UCLA campus was a bustlin

ent look of calm composure had settled in her eyes. She had poured herself into her studies, int

, and unfollowed anyone who might post a picture of Holden Barron.

rom her thoughts as she walked out of the Pow

shifting her tote bag

ans have changed!" Chloe's voice

ged?

al whisper. "Her new super-rich boyfriend is treating us. He upgr

cy restaurants or her roommate's mysterious

ng to finally meet this guy. Ashl

touched Dianna's lips

for Aria popped up on her screen. Her heart felt nothing

in the mirror. The girl staring back was a stranger to the heartbroken teenager who had fled her hometown

r. She took a car to that restaurant to have a dinner appointment

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“Four years ago, Dianna confronted Holden about their secret, tender night at the beach house. Instead of acknowledging it, he dragged her into a dark alley, threw a thick stack of cash at her feet, and told her to name her price to disappear. He looked at her with utter disgust, claiming he was blackout drunk that night and that she was nothing but a pathetic mistake he wished never happened. Shattered, Dianna fled to Los Angeles, spending four agonizing years erasing him from her life. But tonight, her roommate proudly brought home a new, wildly wealthy boyfriend-Holden. He treated Dianna like a piece of furniture, pretending they had never met. When she slipped and fell in the freezing rain, he simply stared at her bleeding on the pavement, withdrew his hand, and coldly walked away. Dianna thought her heart couldn't break any further, until her roommate happily bragged about her new boyfriend's perfect self-control. "Holden basically never drinks. He's always completely sober." The words hit Dianna like a lightning strike. The drunken excuse was a lie. He had been completely, coldly sober when he invented that cruel charade just to destroy her. Why? When Holden unexpectedly knocked on their dorm door moments later, locking his dark eyes onto hers, her roommate innocently asked if they knew each other from high school. The desperate, pleading girl from four years ago was dead. Dianna met his gaze with an impenetrable, icy mask. "No," she said. "I don't know him."”