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My Billionaire Roommate's Secret

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 548    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

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ng over his shoulder. He kept his word. As soon as the door closed, he

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asked, his

ast him, letting my fingers trail over his

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close on the couch, my leg pressed against his. I'd ask him t

was having. The way his jaw clenched. The way he would disappear into

. I made dinner most nights, and he would

teak I'd made. "For a guy saving fifteen hundred a month

to his mouth. "The deal was abo

ate," I offered,

is head and wen

with a knife. He was trying so hard to resist,

ost fun I'd

e to find Brody waiting f

iar." He then pointed at a girl standing beside him. She was pretty, in a sharp, unpleasant way. "This

as my stepfather. And S

al daughter," Brody continued, his voice dr

Before I could respond, my phone buzzed.

t lawsuit. The initial dama

y face. I looked at Brody, t

found Brody's number, and

looked down, his ey

his?" he

sip. Now get lost before I buy your father's car

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My Billionaire Roommate's Secret
My Billionaire Roommate's Secret
“I played the broke NYU art student, secretly Hailey Voss, tech empire heiress, tired of fakes. My crush, Caleb, a famously poor artist, seemed different. So, I lured him to rent a room in my lavish SoHo loft with a twisted, shirtless discount. I reveled in this unusual power game. Then my world imploded. My stepfather, Richard, orchestrated a hostile takeover, bankrupting my mother's company overnight. I lost everything-my fortune, identity, my home. Suddenly, I was genuinely penniless; credit cards useless, trust fund frozen. The next day, "broke" Caleb bought my multi-million dollar loft for cash, flipping our game. He offered me a room, teasing I'd now be topless for rent. Publicly humiliated by Brody, my old tormentor, I felt completely broken, cash thrown at my feet. How did Caleb have millions? Why play my charade? How was Hailey Voss, the heiress, so utterly powerless and abandoned? Blindsided and distraught, my life lay in ruins. Then, alone and desperate in Washington Square Park, a black Escalade appeared. Out stepped Caleb, in a tailored suit, flanked by security, not torn jeans. He faced Brody, voice cold: "You just put your hands on my future wife." My "broke artist" was Caleb Astor, heir to a real estate dynasty, and our unexpected story was just beginning.”
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