All Chapters of The Roomie Complex: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Cheryl’s PovI took one last look in the mirror, adjusting the thin strap of my black silk dress as it curved perfectly around my shoulders and fell gracefully down my body. My hair was swept into a loose, elegant bun, a few tendrils framing my face. I’d kept my makeup subtle yet striking—red lips, a touch of highlighter, and dark, winged eyeliner that gave my eyes a sharp, confident edge.I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach as I slipped on my black stilettos, the thin straps hugging my ankles. It had been a long time since I’d dressed up like this, and I hoped I didn’t come off as trying too hard.Grabbing my clutch, I stepped out into the night, my heels clicking against the concrete as I made my way to my car. The drive to the event was a blur, my thoughts tangled between excitement and a strange, unshakable apprehension.When I pulled up to the towering glass building, I felt my breath hitch. Barker Technologies. The name glowed in sleek, silver letters against the darkened sky

Cheryl’s POVI stood there, frozen, my champagne glass suddenly feeling like a lead weight in my hand. Sabrina’s words echoed in my head, a sharp, biting reminder that I had once again stumbled into someone else’s game, a pawn in a world that never seemed to stop testing my patience.Oliver needs to get his inheritance, and the only way to do that is to get married.Sabrina shot me one last, knowing smirk before she turned on her heel, her sequined dress shimmering under the lights as she strode off to join a cluster of guests across the room. I watched her go, the sway of her hips and the confident tilt of her head only fueling the anger simmering beneath my skin.I exhaled slowly, my pulse thrumming in my ears.I drained the rest of my champagne in one long, bitter gulp, the fizzy liquid burning slightly as it slid down my throat. My gaze flicked around the grand hall, taking in the glittering chandeliers, the elegantly dressed guests, the polished marble floors – a world of opulenc

Cheryl’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the thin white curtains of my bedroom, casting soft, golden patterns on the wooden floor. I stretched beneath my sheets, the events of last night replaying in my mind, the feel of Oliver’s lips still warm against mine, the taste of the sea salt on my tongue, the sound of the crashing waves still echoing in my ears. I smiled to myself, curling deeper into my blankets, letting the warmth of the moment linger a bit longer.I was startled by a gentle knock on my door. I blinked, pushing myself up onto my elbows, the sheets slipping down my bare legs as I glanced towards the door.“Come in,” I called out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.The door creaked open, and my aunt poked her head in, her short, graying curls bouncing slightly as she stepped inside, still dressed in her soft, floral-patterned pajamas. She held a small, neatly wrapped box, a card, and a bouquet of fresh, white lilies in her hands.“These just came for you, dear,” she said,

Aiden’s POVThe morning light slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, casting long, angular shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The world outside buzzed with life, cars honking, pedestrians bustling, the hum of the city a constant, throbbing pulse beneath my feet. But inside my office, it was silent – an oppressive, aching silence that had become all too familiar.Cheryl.Her name had become a constant echo in my mind, a steady drumbeat that I couldn’t shake, no matter how many deals I closed, no matter how many glasses of whiskey I downed, no matter how many nights I spent brooding in the dark corners of my penthouse.I leaned back in my leather chair, the smooth, cool surface creaking slightly beneath my weight as I stared at the small, framed photo on my desk.I ran a hand through my hair, clenching my jaw as the sharp, slicing ache in my chest returned. I had pushed her too far – I knew that now. I had let my former life consume me and consuming her in th

Aiden’s POVShe walked away.Again.This time, it felt worse—because I knew she wasn’t just walking away from a fight. She was walking away from me.I stood there, frozen in the quiet chaos of my office, long after the door had shut behind her. The air still pulsed with the heat of our argument, my blood still roaring with the sound of her voice—the pain in it, the fury, the finality.But she didn’t slam the door. She didn’t storm out.She left.With him.My hands curled into fists at my sides as I turned slowly toward the window, each step weighted with something bitter, something hollow and feral. The view stretched over the city’s sprawl, but I didn’t see any of it. Not the cars, not the skyline—only her.Cheryl.Descending the steps of Scott’s Enterprises beside him like she didn’t just gut me thirty seconds ago.I watched Oliver open the passenger door, ever the gentleman, with his damn hand at the small of her back like he owned her. His smug, unbothered face tilted down at her,