All Chapters of Mistakenly Married To My Billionaire Roommate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Diane’s POVI can’t stop reading.Even after Jason leaves for work, I remain curled up in bed with Mom’s diaries scattered around me like fragile pieces of a puzzle I’m desperate to solve. My fingers tremble slightly as I turn another page, eyes devouring the elegant but hurried handwriting.---June 3, 1998I don’t know how to explain it, but something shifted today.Richard took me to dinner at that beautiful restaurant downtown. The one with the crystal chandeliers and soft piano music. He was charming as always, pulling out my chair, ordering my favorite wine without asking. On the surface, everything looked perfect.But when I disagreed with him about something small like just a silly opinion about a movie, his smile faltered for a second. His hand tightened around his glass until his knuckles turned white. He didn’t raise his voice or call me names. But the way he looked at me… it made my stomach twist with unease.Later, when he walked me to my door, he held my wrist a little t

Jason’s POVIt’s been a week since Richard was appointed the co-CEO of my company and it pisses me off every single day. Especially when I have to watch him from across my office, sitting in a seat that absolutely doesn’t belong to him. Today is one of those days and I absolutely cannot wait for whatever insane investigations they want to carry on to be over.Our eyes meet and he lets out that stupid smirk on his face that reminds me of that look I had to see all those nights in the dark room as a child. Then, he gets up from his chair and walks towards the door. Before I know it, he’s at my door, acting like everything is fine.“May I?” He says, walking in and pulling a seat.“I didn’t let you in my office in the first place, old man,” I sneer and he chuckles.“Right. Ian being little Ian once again. I’ll give you one business tip, if you want to be the professional mogul that I am, never lead with your emotions.”“You’re sitting in my company, in my office seat, talking about me bei

Diane’s POVI turn another page in Mom’s diary, my heart already heavy from everything I’ve read so far. The handwriting on this entry is different. It’s shakier and more hurried, like she was writing through tears and fear.---July 22, 1998*I think I need to leave him.I keep telling myself it’s not that bad. That I’m overreacting. But last night… something broke inside me. He didn’t hit me. He never does. But the way he grabbed my arm when I tried to walk away during an argument and the way his fingers dug in so hard I still have bruises this morning, terrified me.He apologized this morning. Said he was stressed from work, that he loves me, that he just wants what’s best for us. But I saw the look in his eyes. That cold, controlling look that makes me feel small. Like I’m something he owns, and not someone he loves.I don’t feel safe anymore. Not with him and definitely not in this relationship. I keep thinking about the future and the kind of life I want, the kind of love I dese

Jason’s POVThe fork in my hand stops halfway to my mouth as I stare at Uncle Robert. “What?”He takes a slow sip of his wine, eyes heavy with the weight of old secrets. The private corner of the restaurant suddenly feels too quiet.“Richard Walker… is our half-brother,” Robert says quietly. “He is the illegitimate brother. My father had an affair with a poor woman from the city before he married my mother. Richard was the result. They never acknowledged him. Never gave him the Harrington name. He grew up watching us from the outside. He saw the big house, the money and the company my father built from nothing. Casper and I got everything. Richard got nothing but resentment.”I set the fork down slowly, my appetite gone. “You’re telling me Richard is… my uncle?”Robert nods. “By blood, yes. He’s been obsessed with the family for decades. He kept tabs on all of us. When the company started growing under Casper, Richard watched every move. He has always hated us. He hated that we had w

Jason’s POVThe elevator doors close behind me, and the penthouse disappears like a bad dream. I don’t look back. I can’t. The image of Diane’s hopeful face that I destroyed is already burned into my mind.I drive aimlessly at first, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ache. Then I find myself heading toward Ember, the same dimly lit bar where I first approached Elise. Fitting, I suppose.Birthdays. I never celebrate them and I never want to. Because every single one I remember was poisoned by him. Richard Walker.The man I just discovered is my biological uncle. The illegitimate son of my grandfather, just like I was the illegitimate son of my father. Two unwanted bastards from the same powerful bloodline. The irony is so sick it makes me want to laugh until I vomit.I walk into Ember and head straight for the bar. “Whiskey. Double. Keep them coming.”The bartender nods without question. Smart man.I throw back the first glass in one burning swallow. It doesn’t help