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The Roomie Complex 140 - HOSPITAL WEDDING
Aiden’s POV“Will you marry me, Cheryl Taylor?”The words trembled off my lips before I could stop them, but I meant every single syllable. I meant it with my whole heart. I wanted nothing else than to have her as her my wife.She blinked, her eyes wide and glossy, her lashes fluttering like wings against the bruises on her face. Her left arm was suspended in a cast, her skin still pale from blood loss, but nothing had ever looked more beautiful to me than her right then — battered, but alive. Here. Breathing.I hadn’t planned this. God, I had dreamed of a hundred different proposals — in Florence, under warm golden skies, with a string quartet playing her favorite song and candles flickering in her hair. I'd bought the ring months ago, before I knew Oliver had already asked her. Before everything between us got so damn complicated. Before I ruined it all with my past, with Alejandro knocking at my doorstep hunting for my blood and everyone that I cared about.But now, in this white r
The Roomie Complex 139 - THE PROPOSAL
Cheryl’s POVI woke to silence.No birds. No wind. Just this soft, aching stillness pressing against my ears like a wet cloth.Something was beeping faintly, but far away. Muffled. Like I was underwater.My body hurt—my head pulsed in waves, my back throbbed, and my arm… I couldn’t move my arm. Panic flickered, sudden and wild. I tried to sit up and gasped, breath catching in my throat like a scream I couldn’t release.“Easy, baby. Don’t move.”Aiden’s voice.It came from my left. Warm. Shaken. Familiar. I relaxed a little but not entirely. I tried to trace my memory back before I opened my eyes, but I knew if I was hearing Aiden's voice, I was safe but I opened my eyes hurriedly anyways when I remembered the deer and Aiden swerving out of the road and the rest of my memory came in a blurry haze.I turned my head too fast and groaned at the spinning world around me. White lights, clean sheets. The sterile scent of antiseptic. A hospital.I blinked, vision swimming until Aiden’s face c
The Roomie Complex 138 - CRASH
Cheryl's POVThe sun had barely started to dip beneath the horizon when Aiden came through the front door. I had been pacing the length of the living room for the past half hour, the folded note clutched tightly in my sweaty palm. My stomach had been twisting with something far worse than morning sickness—fear. Pure, gut-churning fear.As soon as he stepped inside, I didn’t even wait for a greeting. I strode straight to him and shoved the note into his hands.“Someone dropped this on the front porch,” I said, my voice more steady than I felt.Aiden’s face tightened the moment he unfolded the paper and read its content. His jaw clenched, his temples twitched, and he went completely still except for the rise and fall of his chest.“Who dropped this?” he asked, voice low and clipped.“I don’t know. I heard a knock, and when I opened the door, it was just lying there. Aiden…” I moved closer. “What’s going on?”“We need to leave,” he said abruptly.He turned and walked with determined step
The Roomie Complex 137 - THE WARNING
Cheryl’s POVThe retching started before I could even sit up. One second I was asleep, the next, I was racing to the bathroom, barely making it in time. My knees hit the cold tile floor with a graceless thud as my stomach turned inside out for what felt like the hundredth time this week. The morning sickness had become a cruel routine — my body’s new obsession with betrayal. And as much as I hated it, I hated what it reminded me of even more: that everything had changed.I was no longer just Cheryl. I was Cheryl, pregnant fiancée of Aiden Scott.And right now, I felt like hell.I dry-heaved into the toilet, the acidic sting burning up my throat until my stomach was empty — or at least convinced itself it was. I didn’t even hear him come in, but then there he was. Aiden.Kneeling beside me.In a dark navy suit, probably Hugo Boss or some other designer brand he liked, but all I could think about was how out of place he looked beside a toilet bowl. His hair was slicked back and freshly
The Roomie Complex 136 - EVIL TWIN
SABRINA'S POVIt was too early to celebrate, but I poured the wine anyway.Anika’s pitiful face still lingered in my mind like a pleasant aftertaste—her slack jaw, the twitch of hesitation behind her eyes. She always did think she had some power, some say. But in a city like this, where money oils every cog and silence is bought and paid for in gold, power was something I wore better than anyone. And I wore it like perfume—deliberately, thickly, intoxicatingly.The tires of my Mercedes hummed against the stone-paved driveway, and when I stepped out, the afternoon sun met me like an old friend. Too bright, too smug. I adjusted my sunglasses and glanced toward the backyard.Oliver.He was sprawled in our outdoor pool like some kind of sulking Greek god—bronzed chest slick with water, arms stretched over the rim of the pool, eyes closed behind dark lashes. A slow kind of bitterness bubbled inside me, but not for him. Not for the way he looked so effortlessly tragic in the sun. I walked t
The Roomie Complex 135 - ROSES WITH THORNS
Sabrina’s POVIt wasn’t exactly hard getting used to having more money. I’d always had money — I was born into it, bathed in it, dressed in it. But this time it was different.This time, I had power.Real power.The kind that opened doors and buried secrets. The kind that didn’t just buy dresses or diamonds — it bought people, silence, favors, leverage. My inheritance wasn’t about luxury; it was about legacy. And finally, finally, it was mine.I glanced up from the dashboard of my Mercedes as I parked in front of a small bridal boutique tucked into the prettiest part of the city. Everything about the shop screamed elegance — the pale cream walls, the polished glass windows, the rose bushes that lined the sidewalk like some fairytale walkway.The sign above the door shimmered faintly in gold cursive: Lace & Bloom.I took off my sunglasses slowly, my reflection flashing briefly across the rearview mirror. Crimson lips. Razor-sharp cheekbones. Unbothered eyes.It was time.Sliding out of
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