Semua Bab Mistakenly Married To My Billionaire Roommate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The smell of polished wood fills my nose as my eyes flutter open. I find myself bound to a chair in a room I can’t recognize. Heavy footsteps echo against the floor and the figure of a man comes to sight. Heavily built, easily 6’3 and with a cigarette between his fingers.“Diane Carter” He says calmly, drawing closer to me.“Why am I here? Where is my mother?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Your mother is safe and I’m not here to harm you. I’m here to deliver a message” He sits on the table across me.“I told you I was going to pay anything Darole owes you. You…”“Your father, Ryan Carter was framed for rape and murder fifteen years ago” His voice interrupts my speech. The room is filled with silence as I process the words that just came out of his mouth. It’s been almost two decades since my dad was imprisoned. Since then, the name has not been spoken out loud. It’d become forbidden. Something that broke my mother piece by piece until dementia finished what grief started.“

We spend the next two hours in the car. I don’t remember deciding to talk. The words just spill out of me like they’ve been waiting for permission. I tell him about the jealousy, the control and the gambling. They way Liam used to twist arguments until I found myself apologizing for things that he did. I tell him everything. About the night by the wall, the pillow, and how scared I was on both occasions. How death felt so close and yet, I stayed. On a few occasions, I cry and on others, I just feel mad. Not only at Liam but at myself for allowing a man do all those things to me.When I finally fall silent, exhausted at my own voice, his rough hands cup my face. The warmth of his palm grounds me instantly.“I will never hurt you, little trouble” He whispers and I nod. I feel my throat tighten and I try not to cry again.“I want to believe you” I whisper back“Then believe me.” He leans his forehead against mine and something shifts between us. I feel his breath on my face and oh boy, h

I stare at him and he stares back at me like he’s just as confused as I am supposed to be.For a moment, the room is completely silent. Then the shock finally cracks.“What the hell, Jason!” I yell. The sound of my voice feels too loud in the space between us.He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to stay calm.“I know” He says quietly. “I know how that looks but I promise, it’s not what you think”“Oh really?” I pace across the room, my hands shaking. “Because from where I’m standing, you just told me I agreed to marry you”He walks towards me and touches my hand lightly. This simple act ignites a fire in me despite the circumstances. My body clearly hasn’t received the memo that we’re in the middle of a full-blown crisis.“Just sit and let’s talk” His voice is way too calm for everything that is happening. I shoot him a glare but end up walking to his massive, king size bed on the other side of the room and sit down. Now that I’m looking at it properly

His eyes snap to mine, dark and accusing. "Did you give Carla my number?""No!" I say in a frantic gasp. "Why would I do that?""Then why is she texting me?"The car suddenly feels impossibly small, the air thick and hot, hard to breathe. My stomach twists into a painful knot. "What is she saying?"Jason's jaw is a slab of granite. For a long moment, he looks like he's weighing his options, debating whether to pull me deeper into his mess or shut me out completely. Then, with a look of grim resignation, he slowly turns the phone toward me.The message glows on the screen, a few simple words that feel like a death sentence.Carla:We need to talk. There’s something you need to know, Ian.A strange chill runs down my spine and I can’t help but think of an impending disaster. Something about the message feels… heavy. Does she know about us? Oh my goodness! Did Nancy tell…? No she wouldn’t do that. The message isn’t just a friendly hello; it’s more like a warning. But before either of us

Jason’s POVI know my days at this firm are numbered. In less than two weeks, I’ll be stepping into yet another role, another identity in a life that never really feels like mine for long.I should’ve left already.I have access to the money my father left me. I don’t need this job. But I need answers. And right now, this is the only place that gets me closer to the truth about Diane’s father.“Hello, Jason” Jane smiles as I approach her desk.“Hi Jane”“Your visitor has been waiting for a while. I didn’t know you were that connected”“Visitor? Who might that be? I’m not expecting anyone”“Really? He said otherwise. Mr. Richard Walker? Former DOJ?”My heart stops at the mention of the name. My heart stutters.It’s been seven years.Seven years since I last saw him publicly tear me apart. He called me useless, said I wasn’t good enough to carry his name and that he was glad I was never really his.I still don’t know what my mother ever saw in that man. If she had the means… if she wasn