All Chapters of Roommates With My Best Friend's Boyfriend : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

SABRINAThe Ashen Circle landed in New York last night.For all I knew, they’d probably been in the city even longer than that. They weren’t the kind of people that made moves out of nowhere or moved pieces just for the sake of doing so.They were meticulous, patient, and trained to a hilt. A group of top shots that controlled every mercenary firm in the country from Lang Corp down to Agnes, and even our enemies at Yoshen. Everyone reported to the Circle.My one job was to keep an eye on them and report back to my husband every step of the way. He never told me why, but honestly, he never told me anything.Everything with Matt was a maze I wanted nothing to do with… until he came to me with a proposition. One that would make sure I got my revenge against Brian.So what if this marriage was a hoax and my position as his wife and personal assistant was built on a bed of thorns and an iron contract?In the end, I’d have the last laugh. Right?“Mrs. Majors, your husband would like to have

JULIARule Number One.If you don’t want to stick out at a party, don’t come with your extroverted friend.I’d said “hi” to more faces than I cared to remember and faked so many smiles my cheeks hurt at the slightest twitch.But while my social battery drained, Flora’s kept soaring through the roof.Rule Number Two.There’s always a dress code for a night party. And the more skin you show, the less you stand out.I wish I’d known that.Every room we crossed seemed riddled with eyes that kept staring at me the wrong way.Halfway through the party, I was more than convinced I should’ve just stayed home.Then everything changed the moment we got upstairs.The bass from the living room was quieter here, and the people in the hallway were too busy smoking and locking tongues to notice me.“Where are we going?” I asked.“It’s a surprise,” Flora answered with a smile, holding me tighter.I wasn’t going to like this.We broke out of the hallway and stepped toward a room that seemed to have a

BIANCA (Fifteen Minutes Ago)I was pretty fond of making bad decisions.But considering I got kidnapped the last time I was at a party, this was probably one of my more horrible ones.And to top things off…“What do you mean you’re gonna be late?” I asked, pressing one finger into my ear so whatever excuse Stephanie was about to give would actually make it through the bass of Cardi B’s *Press*.“It’s my dumb Uber driver, hun,” she cussed, loud enough to tell me the culprit was probably close by. “The douche forgot to put air in his tyre and thought having no spare was a good idea. I’m booking another ride as we speak. I’m so, sooo sorry.”“I don’t forgive you,” I said through clenched teeth.“But Bianca—”“I don’t want to hear it. Just get here quickly or else…”I didn’t finish the sentence, mainly because I wasn’t going to do a damn thing.Of course I could always take the high road and call Max, but I wasn’t done being mad at him yet. I also wasn’t going to let things slide that—“B

MIA[Me: Hi Felix. I'm down with a cold. Won't be coming into work today.]I hit send and shut my phone off almost immediately after. One, because I didn't want a reply. And two, because I was lying.I hadn't gotten a cold since elementary school, and even on off days, I'd shown up to work. Today was just… different. Well, in all honesty, every day's a little different when you remember you're currently target for two of the most experienced mercenaries at Lang Corp.. While all this time passed and I remained hell-bent on unraveling Matt Majors, I never gave much mind to the fact that the man was actually trying to kill me. Keyword: Kill!!So yeah, I had no plans to clock in today, or tomorrow, or even days after that. I was already starting to get the hang of living like a fugitive in my own house. Drawn curtains that didn't come up unless it was stuffy enough to kill, appliances that stayed off until I needed a charge, even the lights all around mine hadn't flickered on in day

BIANCA“Are you gonna help me or are you just gonna keep staring at me all night?”Considering Adrian was the one who drove us back home, that was probably the rudest thing I could say as a thank you.But from his relaxed posture and carefree gaze, the words barely seemed to reach him. He looked too comfortable on that couch, one arm stretched along the backrest, legs open like the house itself belonged to him.“It’s useless,” he said, reclining deeper into the cushions. “Max already said he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. And I’m pretty sure he’d rather die in silence than open that door and let you treat him, so why bother?”Was I surprised? No.Perhaps I’d just forgotten the Callaghan brothers weren’t exactly close-knit and caring. They loved in sharp edges and distance. In silence that could fill a whole house.I stashed a couple more bandaids into the small pouch and tried reaching for the bottle of iodine on the top shelf. Being 5’5 made the attempt almost insulting. My fingers