All Chapters of CRAP! MY BEDMATE IS A HIDDEN BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: Sixty Seconds

“You have sixty seconds.”The words didn’t echo. They landed.Bastian didn’t look at his father. He looked at Zara.Cole Senior checked his watch. “Fifty-nine.”Zara’s hands were cold. She could feel Bisi on the other side of the door. Could feel James not breathing. Could feel the city outside, still asleep, unaware that her life was a timer now.“Don’t,” she said to Bastian.“Fifty-eight,” Cole Senior said.“I’m not telling you what to do,” Zara said. “I’m telling you what not to do. Don’t choose me because you feel guilty. Don’t choose me because he’s making you.”“Fifty-seven.”Bastian stepped forward. Not toward his father. Toward her.“Do you want the money,” he asked.Zara blinked. “What?”“The two million. Do you want it.”“No.”“Would it fix anything.”“No.”“Would it make you safe.”“No.”Bastian nodded once. “Then it’s not a choice.”“Fifty-two,” Cole Senior said. “This is tedious. She’s not even hesitating. That should tell you something.”“It does,” Bastian said. He turned

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Chapter 12: plan B

"Eight AM," she said. "Is now."Bastian took the phone from Zara's hand. Screen still lit. *Plan B activated early. Smile for the cameras.*The elevator hit B. Doors opened to concrete and cold air. Service level. Smelled like bleach and gasoline.James moved first. "Car's left. Black SUV. No plates you'll recognise.""Go," Bastian said."No." Zara stepped in front of him. Blocked the door. "We don't run."James stopped. "We have to. Vivienne is already moving.""She's early because she's scared," Zara said. Her voice was steady. Her hands weren't, so she jammed them in her pockets. "Your dad said eight. She moved it up. That means she thinks we'll disappear. If we disappear, she controls the story."Bisi stared. "Zee, there are cameras.""Exactly." Zara looked at Bastian. "You said I have every problem you couldn't solve. Fine. I solved this one.""Zara," Bastian started."Do you trust me?"He shut his mouth. Nodded once."Then we don't hide," Zara said. "We show up. First."James sho

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Chapter 13: Headlines

“If we’re engaged,” Zara said, loud, “then where’s my ring?”The cameras clicked. Too many to count. The sound was like insects. Vivienne didn’t miss a beat. She laughed. Light. Practiced. “Bastian’s so traditional. He wanted to wait for the party. But if you insist.” She held out her own hand. Bare. “See? We’re matching.”It was good. It was fast. The crowd would buy it.Zara didn’t look at the cameras. She looked at Vivienne. “Funny. I didn’t ask about yours.”“Bastian,” Vivienne said, turning to him like Zara wasn’t there. “Tell them. Tell them we’re okay. That this is just a misunderstanding.”Bastian opened his mouth.Zara squeezed his arm. Not hard. A signal.He closed his mouth.“No,” Zara said. “He won’t. Because I’m not his fiancée. And I’m not your prop.”“Security,” Vivienne said, voice shaking again. Perfect. “Please. This woman is harassing us. My fiancé has been through so much.”Two men in black started up the steps. Hotel security. Slow. Unsure.Zara stepped forward. A

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Chapter 14: The Hospital

`Mercy General: Dean’s office. 9 AM. Bring representation. Or don’t bother coming.`Zara read the text twice. The Whitmore doors closed behind them, cutting the camera noise to a dull roar. Inside was worse. Quiet. Marble. Gold trim. Every step echoed.“Representation,” Bastian said. Reading over her shoulder. “They lawyered up.”“They don’t need lawyers,” Zara said. She locked the burner. “They need me to not show. That’s the point.”“Time,” James said from behind them. He’d come through the service entrance. Bisi was with him. Both breathing hard. “It’s 5:47. Dean’s office at nine gives us three hours.”“Gives them three hours,” Vivienne’s voice cut through the lobby. She hadn’t followed. She was at the front steps, still talking to press. “To run. Like they always do.”Cole Senior was gone. Vanished back into the hotel. Leaving Vivienne to clean the mess.Zara ignored her. Looked at Bastian. “We go.”“To the hospital,” Bastian said. Not asking.“Yes,” Zara said. “Now. Before nine.

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Chapter 15: Boardroom

“Drive,” Zara said to James. “We’re not done.”James hit the gas. “Cole Capital HQ is twenty minutes. Midtown. Vote’s at eleven. It’s 6:12 now.”Bastian read the text again. `Boardroom. Cole Capital. 11 AM. Vote to remove Bastian Cole as unfit. Attend or forfeit.`“They want you there,” Zara said. “So they can do it to your face.”“They want me to not show,” Bastian said. “So they can call it abandonment.”“Then we show,” Zara said. “But we don’t walk in as defendants. We walk in as owners.”“You’re not an owner,” Bisi said from the back. “No offense.”“Exactly,” Zara said. “Which means I don’t follow their rules. He does. I don’t.”Bastian looked at her. “What’s the play?”Zara turned in her seat. Faced him. “You go to the boardroom. At eleven. Alone. You take the hit. You let them vote. But you don’t defend yourself.”“Zara—”“You let me defend you,” she said. “Outside. To the press. Because the second that vote happens, there will be a leak. ‘Unfit’ will be on every site by 11:05. V

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Chapter 16: The Vote

"...about Bastian Cole."The cameras locked on Zara. Red lights, three of them now. Two more vans pulled to the curb while she talked. Word spread fast when you said that name in front of Cole Capital."Repeat for Channel 4," a reporter said, pushing a mic forward. "You have a statement?"Zara didn't look at the building. She looked at the lens. "My name is Zara Adams. I don't work for Bastian Cole. I'm not engaged to him. I'm not paid by him.""Then why are you here?""Because his father is in there right now asking seven people to declare him unfit," Zara said. "And the reason they'll give is me."A murmur ran through the small crowd. Phones came up. Recording."Are you confirming a relationship?""I'm confirming a choice," Zara said. "Six hours ago, Richard Cole offered Bastian full control of Cole Capital. All he had to do was walk away from me. He said no.""Do you have proof?""I have a father who showed up at five AM with a two million dollar buyout," Zara said. "He called it ki

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Chapter 17: The Folder

Vivienne Ashford stepped out. Alone. No tears. No smile.Just a folder in her hand.And she was looking straight at Zara.The cameras turned. All of them. Like Vivienne had gravity.She stopped six feet away. Close enough to speak without yelling. Far enough that security couldn't grab her without cause."Zara Adams," Vivienne said. Her voice carried. Trained. "I think it's time we cleared a few things up."Zara didn't move. "You should have thought of that before five AM.""I did," Vivienne said. She lifted the folder. "But you weren't listening then. You might now."Bastian stepped forward. Half a step. Between them, but not blocking. "Whatever's in there, she doesn't want it.""It's not for you," Vivienne said to him. Not looking at him. "It's for her. And them." She nodded at the cameras."Channel 7," the reporter said. "Ms. Ashford, can you comment on the board vote that just removed Mr. Cole?""I can," Vivienne said. "It was unfortunate. But necessary. Bastian's been under signi

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Chapter 18: Emergency Room

Tires hit the curb at 11:51 AM.Zara was out before James braked. No waiting. No look back.Mercy General rose ten stories of concrete and glass. Familiar and foreign. She’d shadowed here for three months. Never through the front doors. Not with cameras behind her.Today she counted seven. Channel 4, 7, 2, and four phones held by people who smelled blood.Bastian got out next. He didn’t reach for her. He knew better now. He just stayed at her shoulder. One step back. Present, not leading.“Ms. Adams,” Channel 7 shouted. “Why Mercy General?”Zara walked. “Because this is where Vivienne Ashford called at seven AM. To get me fired before I was hired.”Security moved. Two guards. Hospital blue. They saw the cameras and hesitated.“Sir,” one said to Bastian. “Mr. Cole, we have instructions—”“She’s not with me,” Bastian said. “I’m with her.”The guard blinked. That wasn’t in the script.Zara kept walking. Past them. Through the sliding doors.The ER lobby hit her. Smell of antiseptic and o

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Chapter 19: Safe House

James killed the engine on Benson Street at 12:17 PM.No valet. No doorman. No awning. Just brick, fire escapes, and a corner store with bars on the windows.“This is it,” James said.Bastian got out first. Habit. Then stopped himself. Looked at Zara.She was already moving. Past him. Up the cracked concrete steps. Three of them. One chipped.“Third floor,” James said. “Walk-up. No cameras in the building. Landlord owes me a favor. Paid cash through March.”“Key?” Zara asked.James tossed it. She caught it. Didn’t fumble.Bastian followed. Bisi behind him, duffel over her shoulder. James took point up the stairs, checking corners like Daniel might be behind every door.He wasn’t. Not yet.The apartment was 3C. Door painted brown years ago. Deadbolt new. James added that himself, by the look of it.Zara unlocked it. Went in first.One bedroom. Couch that sagged in the middle. Kitchen with two burners. Water stain on the ceiling shaped like a country she didn’t know. Window looked at ano

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Chapter 20: The Leak

Zara opened the door.Daniel stepped inside. Hoodie wet at the shoulders. Rain started and no one noticed. Hands still in pockets. Eyes on Bastian first, then Zara. Not Bisi. Not James.“Vivienne said you’d let me in,” Daniel said.The words landed like a brick. Not a threat. A receipt.Zara didn’t move back. Didn’t let Bastian step forward. “Close the door, James.”James shut it. Deadbolt. Click. The sound was too small for what it meant.“Why are you here,” Zara said. Not a question. A demand.Daniel shrugged. “She stopped paying.”“Who.”“Vivienne.” He said it plain. Like it was a landlord. “She covered March. Said April would come if I did the welfare check. If I said her name. I did. Check didn’t clear.”Bisi had the burner up. Not obvious. At her hip. Recording. Zara didn’t look at her. Didn’t need to.Bastian’s jaw worked. “You told the cops—”“Stop,” Zara said. One word. Bastian stopped.She stepped closer to Daniel. Two feet. Close enough to smell cheap beer and rain. “What ex

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