All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

REBECCAWhen I moved back to the city that ruined me, I had only one motive in mind.Revenge.I wanted everything. Every last penny. Every wasted second. Every tear I'd shed after being stabbed in the back by my own family.But climbing back to the heights I was pushed from was an almost impossible task. Especially when the Lang name had been snatched by a different, more sinister group.Who knew that a year and a half later, I'd be slowly catapulting myself back to most delicious spot for revenge… on the back of a certain “Max Callaghan.”So far, he'd been my most competent asset.I leaned back into my leather couch in nothing but an oversized tank top and my favourite panties, watching my ‘company phone’ ring and ring out for what was probably the fifth time in less than an hour.Something about seeing the desperation for more made me giggle inside like the twenty three year old I was three years ago. A moment later, my personal burner phone rang as well. It was Hannah, and part o

BIANCAI was… nervous?I curled my fingers around the edge of the bathtub, sinking so deep into the leather I hoped it would cloud my jittering.It didn't. Steep breaths seeped between my lips, gradually making me aware of how fast my heart was beating.“Calm down Bianca. You've done this before. It's no different from your streams.”Lord knew this was the zillionth time I was repeating that mantra. It wasn't working. What would it take to convince myself that performing masked live and in the flesh was the same thing with performing from behind a screen?The warmth of the bathwater slowly spread into a discomforting chill. How long would I wile away time in here and pretend like my first performance at Sully's Palace wasn't scheduled for the next ten minutes.That's right, it was D-day tonight (and yes, Sullivan didn't change that name)I stepped out of the showers, still so enveloped by my predicament, I didn't pick a towel when I stepped out into my room. Mia laid at the foot o

Bianca’s POVThe lecture hall smelled like old paper, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of winter air drifting in through the cracked windows. I slid into my usual seat near the middle, notebook already open, pen tapping restlessly against the page. Campus felt like neutral ground after the chaos at the house lately, but even here the tension followed me.Tiffany dropped into the seat beside me with her usual bright energy, her scarf still looped loosely around her neck. “Hey, you look like you actually slept last night. Miracle.”I managed a small laugh. “Barely. I stayed up outlining notes for this project. Figured I’d get ahead before they drop the bomb on us.”We fell into easy small talk while the hall filled up—complaining about the brutal reading list for our literature course, swapping notes on the last essay we’d turned in. Tiffany was one of the few people who made classes feel less like a chore. She had this lightness about her that I envied lately.“Hey, can I borr

MAX Six in the evening on a Saturday night. After last night’s group study session, I should’ve been getting some rest. Instead, I was sitting in the back of a sleek black limo, heading to some extravagant high-society ball I wanted absolutely nothing to do with. But I didn’t have a choice. Not if I wanted things to work. “Who are you again?” Tessa asked from across the seat, barely looking up from her phone after spending the last ten minutes barking orders at her security team through the intercom. “Manuel,” I answered smoothly. “Manuel Colt.” She finally glanced at me, assessing. Her gaze was sharp, calculating, like she could see straight through the fake credentials and the tailored suit I was wearing. Fair enough. “I’m standing in for your secretary tonight. Valia had a family emergency,” I added, keeping my tone professional and detached. Tessa hummed, slipping her phone into her clutch. “Try not to embarrass me, Manuel. These people smell weakness like sharks.”

MAXI could feel myself burning up. The warm cotton beneath me, the gentle breeze drifting in through the window, the suffocating clothes on my body. Everything felt uncomfortable. Slowly, I found the strength to raise my eyelids, and the ray of sunlight peeking in through my bedroom window sent a sharp pang through my iris. “Shit” I groaned, tossing slightly to avoid it while my consciousness slowly returned.There was this weird taste at the back of my tongue all the way up to the tip. My nose was blocked for some odd reason, and every joint in my body felt like it'd been grabbed and wrecked a hundred times over. What the fuck happened last night?Thinking only made my head bang harder. Limo. Tessa. Party. The rest of the night just blurred into oblivion. I sat on the edge of my bed, fiddling the sheets for my phone when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.“Who is it?” I half-heartedly replied, trying to decipher how many missed calls blurred back on my screen. Another knoc