My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

Chapter 4

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, glowing script above the heavy oak doors. Dianna paid the driver, her reflection looking pale and out of p

. Low, intimate lighting glinted off crystal glasses and polished silver. The air was filled wit

lush, circular booth by a floor-to-ceiling window t

r faces illuminated by the glow of their

hispered, her eyes wide. "One entrée here cos

It's... nice." She felt a familiar discomfort in

gossip. "Seriously, who is this guy? Ashley neve

added, making air quotes with her fingers. "But what kind of 'fr

ing on the street below. Four years of quiet, methodical living had almost made her

nd waited. Chloe kep

're parking. She said to

, final guesses. Tech startup CEO? Or may

was on the paper she had due next week, not on

atmosphere caught her attention. A

hloe hissed, her

llowed th

ant in a silk emerald-green dress. Her hand was restin

uit. Even from across the room, he projected an aura of quiet, formidable confid

ething about his posture, the way he stood so still in

e flutter started in her

dazzling expression. She said something to the

we're late," Ashle

a mixture of awe and admiration. Dianna rose slowly, her body

. He stepped fully into

world

veins turned to a sluggish, icy slush. The background

same strong jaw. But the lines were sharper now, carved by four years of time, the la

with such contempt, swept calmly over the table. They p

er. Nothing. He looked at her as if she were a piece of fur

en B

f vertigo, as if the floor ha

around his. "Everyone, I'd like

e and Tessa. His gaze brushed past Dia

n she remembered. It vibrated through the air, through the floor, and

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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."”