My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

Chapter 7

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away. The thought of walking into her shared room, a space that Ashley would soon occupy, filled with th

and silent, imposing academic halls looking eerie in the moonlight. T

o fall, dotting the pav

rm building and sat down. She didn't care about the rain. It felt

eace, why did he have to reappear in the one way tha

o her scalp, and ran in cold rivulets down her neck. She didn't move. The physical discomfort

give up and head ins

ingle large, black umbrella, emerged fr

olden an

o the lounge. They

behind a thick, leafy hedge, her heart hammering against her ribs. The last thing

rough a gap i

most entirely covered Ashley, leaving his own shoulder an

her smile bright and happy. From this distance, they looked lik

nreadable, but he listene

erwhelming despair. So his offer to "join them for a bit" was just a po

of the dorm building and

peful. It looked like she was inviting him

la and said something to

her toes, leaning i

mall, almost imperceptible movement, but

ath caught i

ed for only a second before she recovered, gave him

didn'

he doorway, letting the rain soak him. He stared at the

n in the wet darkness. She wi

s phone, and held it to his ear. His back was to her now

as tr

could do nothing but wait. Wait for him to finish his call. Wait

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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."”