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Chapter 20: The Leak
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2026-04-20 15:37:00
ELARA VINEShe walked into the rain for the truth. Comment if you would have done the same.
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CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE Chapter 30 : The Suv
The SUV smelled like fast food and diesel. James drove with two hands on the wheel. Speed limit exactly. No sudden turns. Nothing that would get them pulled over. Zara sat behind him. Bastian next to her. Bisi in the back with the bags that weren’t bags. Just the burner, the cup from the on-call room, and Harris’s card. The windows were tinted. The world outside was bright and blurred. People on phones. People pointing. They passed Mercy General at 1:47 PM. No one followed. Yet. “Status,” Zara said. James didn’t look back. “Cousin’s place is six hours. We stop once. Gas. Bathroom. No food inside. I’ll pay at the pump.” “Money,” Bastian said. “Eighty two dollars,” James said. “Cash. Pulled it before I left. Account’s frozen now. Same as yours.” “Views?” Zara asked. Bisi held the burner. Screen cracked worse now. “402K. Nurses union reposted. National. Hashtag SaveMartha is number three trending. Mercy General’s page is locked. Comments off. Reviews off.” “Vivienne?”
CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE Chapter 29: The Bus
The bus smelled like disinfectant and old coffee. Same as the on-call room. Different cage. Zara sat by the window. Bastian beside her. Not touching. Bisi across the aisle. Burner in her lap, screen up. Views climbing. 1,402. 1,889. 2,311. No one on the bus looked at them. Not directly. But the driver watched in the mirror. The woman with groceries watched the floor. The kid with headphones watched the window. Everyone watched. Vivienne’s photo was already out there. Someone had to post it. By now it was on Twitter. By now Richard had it. Zara’s phone buzzed. Not the burner. James’s burner. He left it with Bisi. Bisi read it. “James. He’s in Des Moines. Cousin says yes. One week. Garage apartment. Above the shop. No questions.” “When,” Zara said. “Says he can be back by nine,” Bisi said. “He’s driving straight through. Wants us at the Mercy north lot. He’ll swing by. No stopping.” “That’s four hours,” Bastian said. “We can’t stay on this bus four hours.” “We won’t,”
CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE Chapter 28: Noon
The alarm was Bisi’s burner. A sound like a hospital monitor flatlining. Zara was awake. Had been since 5:47 AM. She didn’t move when it went off. Neither did Bastian. He’d been on the floor all night. Back to her bed. Awake. James was gone. Left at 4:02 AM. Note on the mini fridge: `Iowa. Back by 18:00. Keep door locked.` No signature. He didn’t need one. Bisi killed the alarm. Sat up. Hair flat on one side. Eyes clear. “Noon.” Zara sat up. Foot tested. The gauze was dry. Blister was a scab. Pain was data. Data said yes. “News,” Zara said. Bisi held up the burner. “Martha Lewis is trending. Hashtag SaveMartha. Nurses posting black squares. Unions reposting the clip. Mercy General turned off comments.” “Walter?” “Booked. Released. 8:41 AM. No ankle monitor. OR. Harris must have pulled strings.” “Vivienne?” “Silent,” Bisi said. “No post. No statement. That’s what scares me.” Zara stood. The room swayed. One second. She locked her knees. It stopped. Bastian stood
CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE Chapter 27: Seven Hours
The on-call room door clicked shut at 5:23 AM. James locked it. 0451. Again. The sound was the only normal thing left. Daniel wasn’t with them. Booked. Processing. Ankle monitor by noon, Harris said. That made four people in a room built for four. Zara took her shoe off. The gauze was soaked through. Not blood. Just water and sweat. She peeled it back. The blister was flat now. Angry. Red. Healing. Pain was data. Data said she could walk another ten blocks. Bisi dropped onto her bed. Burner on her stomach. Screen up. TMZ refresh. Channel 7 refresh. Twitter refresh. Her thumb moved like a metronome. “Nothing yet,” Bisi said. “Walter’s booking isn’t public. Harris is sitting on it.” “Good,” Zara said. “Gives us head start.” Bastian stood by the window. Same spot as before. Watching the glass. Not the city. The reflection. Zara. Always Zara. “You should sleep,” he said. Not to her. To all of them. “You first,” James said. He sat on the floor by the door. Back to it. Lap
CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE Chapter 26: Interview Two
The interview room had no window. Just a table, four chairs, and a camera in the corner with a red light that never blinked. Harris sat across from them. A folder sat closed between his hands. He didn’t open it. “You two together,” Harris said. Not a question. “Yes,” Zara said. “Legally?” “No,” Bastian said. “Morally?” Harris asked. Zara looked at Bastian. Bastian looked at Zara. “Yes,” they said. Same time. Not planned. Harris nodded. Hit a button under the table. Soft click. “Recording,” he said. “State your names for the record.” “Zara Adams,” Zara said. “Bastian Cole,” Bastian said. “Mr. Cole, you’re aware your presence here can be used against you in any civil action involving the Ashford Foundation or Cole Capital?” “I’m aware,” Bastian said. “I’m here anyway.” “Ms. Adams, you understand that anything you say can be used to prosecute Daniel Walter, and that if you lie, you can be charged?” “I understand,” Zara said. “I won’t lie. I haven’t.” “Go
CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE Chapter 25 : Four AM
The on-call room clock said 3:58 AM. No one was asleep. Not really. James stood at the door. He’d been awake since midnight. His watch. Then Bastian’s watch. Bastian hadn’t woken him. Bastian didn’t sleep. Zara sat on her bed with her shoe on. Paper towels replaced with gauze from the bathroom cabinet. The blister was closed now. Scar starting. Pain was data. Data said she could run if she had to. Bisi had the burner. No news. Channel 7 ran the clip at six, ten, and midnight. TMZ ran it hourly. Vivienne still hadn’t responded. That was worse than a statement. That was planning. Daniel was awake. Sitting up. Back against the wall. He hadn’t spoken since six eleven PM. He looked smaller in the dark. “Time,” James said. Zara stood. The room shifted. Four people watching her. Waiting. “Plan,” Bisi said. “We leave,” Zara said. “Now. Before shift change at six. Before Martha’s leave becomes a termination and someone checks this room.” “Where,” Bastian said. Not a questio
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