บททั้งหมดของ CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The music was too loud for a weekday.Zara noticed that first.Not in a dramatic way. Just a quiet awareness sitting at the back of her mind as she stepped into the apartment, heels clicking once against tile before the sound disappeared into bass and laughter. Daniel’s colleague had said it would be “a small thing.” A few people. Drinks. Nothing serious.This was not small.The living room lights were dimmed to a warm gold. Bottles lined the counter like a display. People stood in clusters that felt already formed, conversations midstream, the kind you had to enter carefully or not at all.Zara paused just inside the door.Daniel was not there to meet her.That was the second thing she noticed.It was not unusual enough to alarm her. He moved around at gatherings. He liked being seen, liked the subtle gravity of attention. Still, he always came to her first. A hand at her waist. A quick smile meant only for her before he turned back to the room.Tonight, nothing.“Zara!”She turned.

The building was quieter than Zara expected.That was the first thing she noticed.Not silent. Just… contained. The kind of quiet that did not invite questions, did not offer anything either. It stood there, neutral, as she pushed through the glass door and stepped into the lobby.The lights were bright but not harsh. Clean floors. A faint scent of something floral that felt deliberate.This did not look like the kind of place Bisi would describe as cheap.Zara paused just inside, her fingers tightening slightly around the strap of her bag.Check the address.She pulled out her phone.Same building.Same number.Same instructions.Floor. Room. Access code.She read it twice, then once more, slower this time, making sure her eyes were not skipping anything out of exhaustion.It matched.Zara exhaled quietly and slipped her phone back into her bag.Fine.It did not matter what it looked like. It was temporary.That was the point.She moved toward the elevator, her steps slower now, not

The Door Locks First Zara woke to silence.Not the empty kind. The listening kind.For three seconds she didn't know where she was. Then it all came back: the wrong floor, the wrong bed, the wrong man. Right lock on the door that wasn't hers.She sat up slowly.The room was empty. The bed was made as no one had slept in it. A faint dent in the second pillow was the only proof she hadn't imagined him.Bastian.He hadn't given her a last name. She hadn't asked. Rules. No questions. No assumptions. Three days.Right.Zara swung her legs off the bed and checked her phone. 7:11 AM. Three missed calls. All Bisi.Then a text, timestamped 6:42 AM:'Zara call me. Now. It's about Daniel.'Her stomach dropped.She pressed the call before she could think.Bisi picked up on half a ring. "Finally.""What happened?" Zara's voice came out lower than she meant."He was at your job." Bisi didn't do preamble when she was scared. "HR called me because you listed me as an emergency contact. He showed up a

“Three days just became a liability.”The words landed in the room like a gavel.Bisi didn’t flinch. “Yeah, no kidding. You’re telling me my best friend is accidentally cohabitating with a man who has a Wikipedia page and a security team?”Zara was still stuck on the name. _Bastian Cole._ Not just Bastian. _Cole._ As in Cole Capital Group. As in the building with his name on it, which owned half the city.She looked at him. Really looked.The watch. The apartment. The way security had said “Mr Cole” like it was a verb.“Is it true?” Her voice was quiet.Bastian didn’t look at her. He looked at Bisi. “How many people know I’m here?”“Just me,” Bisi said. “As of thirty seconds ago. Congratulations.”“Who told you I was missing?”“No one had to tell me.” Bisi crossed her arms. “It was in Forbes. ‘Reclusive Heir Vanishes Before Merger.’ Had your picture. The same face you’re using to drink my coffee.”Zara felt sick, her grip tightened. Not because he was rich. Because he’d lied. By omissi

“Eight hours.”The words stayed in the room after Bastian said them.Bisi broke the silence first. “So we have eight hours to… what? Learn rich people's chess?”“No,” Bastian said. “We have eight hours to decide if you survive it.”He walked to the kitchen counter. Opened a drawer Zara hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t cutlery. It was a burner phone. Three of them. Still boxed.He slid one to Bisi. One to Zara. Kept one.“Yours go in the safe,” he said. “If you stay.”“If,” Zara repeated.“Yes.”Bisi picked hers up. “I’m guessing this isn’t for TikTok.”“It’s for when Daniel posts your address,” Bastian said.Zara froze. “What?”Bastian didn’t look at her. He was already moving, pulling a laptop from a cabinet that looked like it should hold plates. “James is tracking it. He started twenty minutes ago.”“Who’s James,” Bisi asked.The front door opened.All three of them turned.A man stepped in. Late thirties. Suit, no tie. Tired in the way people get when sleep is a suggestion, not a