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My Billionaire Roommate's Secret

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 398    |    Released on: 23/06/2025

he kitchen, attemp

nnounced, not looking at me. "To

e, crossing my arms. "Oh? And

rn," he said

, the kitchen was fi

oiling water, which he had forgotten on the stove,

d, grabbing the

red in soot and pasta sauce

s clear. A huge, black scorch mark marred t

oice filled with shame. "I don't

the lines of his abs, now streaked w

your money,"

confused. "Then w

d out and ran a finger over his stomach, collecti

off my finger. H

dangerous game, Ha

my eyes locked on hi

d. I closed the distance betwee

arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body. Al

bedroom. We barely made i

gled in a sheet on the couch, a

ly dressed in jeans and a t-

sitting up.

aid, his voice cold and

and walked out the door, leaving me alone and

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“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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