What Happens To Housemate In Blackstone Season Finale?

My name is Aiden. I am a college freshman living on the edge of something dark and exciting. My roommates are impossible to resist. Shy Jovian surprises me with his sudden tenderness and growing hunger. Ethan is the ultimate golden playboy—charming one minute and rough the next with his powerful hands. Chris, my secret crush, stays cold and aloof on the outside, but I can feel the heat behind his intense stares. His dark eyes promise things that make me shiver with fear and need. Three men are taking me night after night. I know I should stop… but stopping feels impossible. I used to be their roommate. Now I am their shared boy.

For 1,095 days, Maya Vance was a ghost. She cooked three-star meals for a man who didn't know her favorite color and kept his failing shipping empire afloat with anonymous billions. She was the "Safe Choice." The "Placeholder." On their anniversary, Lucian Blackwood brought home his "White Moonlight," Cynthia Thorne. With a cold flick of a pen, he handed Maya a divorce decree. "She’s back. I don't need a substitute maid anymore. Get out." Maya didn't cry. She smiled—a smile that should have terrified him. Within twenty-four hours, the Blackwood name is erased from the stock exchange. The mysterious "Phoenix," the world’s youngest tech trillionaire, emerges from the of shadows to dismantle Lucian’s life piece by piece. When Lucian finally tracks down the woman ruining him, he doesn't find his "homely" ex-wife. He finds an Empress on a throne of his broken dreams. Now, he’s on his knees in the rain, begging for a second chance. But Maya Vance doesn't give second chances. She only gives invoices.

I'm the ultimate soft touch. My dirt-poor roommate used to survive by digging through trash cans for food. Pity got the better of me, so I covered his tuition, his living expenses, and slipped him fifty dollars a day out of my own pocket. My only condition: he had to tag along whenever I went to my private tutoring sessions. I thought he was grateful for it. Then, junior year, he strutted into the classroom head to toe in designer labels and hurled fifty coins in my face in front of the whole class. "Fifty a day, and you treated me like your personal slave for three years—dragged me along to sit through lectures I couldn't even follow, humiliated me every step of the way! "Well, guess what? My real father just tracked me down. He's a billionaire, and he handed me a black card with no spending limit. Here's your fifty back. I'm done being your errand boy. "And I'll never turn into some arrogant jerk just because I've got a little money—unlike you!" Then he handed out luxury bags to everyone in the class except me. The whole room fell for it instantly, chanting, "Long live Elmer!" I stared at the forty-three purchase notifications that had just popped up on my phone and went quiet. I checked again. My black card—the one my father had given me—was gone. Everything clicked into place. The rich long-lost father? All fake. He'd simply stolen my black card, played dress-up as a billionaire's son, and stomped on me on his way up. Without a word, I made one phone call. And transferred the black card into his name. He'd clearly watched too many soap operas—he thought a black card was some kind of savings account. He had no idea it was just a credit card with a higher limit, and every cent he spent on it, he'd owe back.

Theo Pearson has one week to move out or stay trapped under the roof of his sister’s cheating husband. He’s a broke, recessive Omega who’s desperate enough to cling to a stranger's leg in the middle of the street. Somehow, his strategy works and he ends up with Lorcan Armoni—a high-strung, antisocial office worker who just wanted a quiet roommate to help maintain his "normal person" cover—or so Theo thinks. To Theo, Lorcan is just a grumpy Beta. To Lorcan, Theo is just a harmless, but annoying roommate to use as a cover. But when suppressed pheromones start to leak and "roommate rules" begin to break, the truth comes out. Living with a stranger was supposed to be easy, but what happens when Theo realizes he’s sharing an apartment with the city’s most powerful Dominant Alpha?

My roommate beamed with pride as she told me a horrifying secret: she had allowed a wealthy businessman to "remove" her unborn child, claiming he absorbed the baby’s fortune in exchange for a hefty payout. Chills ran down my spine. I urged her to stop meddling with such dark dealings before it destroyed her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she threw herself into it, addicted to helping people "transfer luck" for money. Her luck ran out when she contracted a mysterious disease. When her boyfriend found out, she turned on me, tearfully accusing me of tying her to another man’s bed. Before I could even defend myself, an enraged man ran me down with his car. The next thing I knew, I woke up to find myself back in time. My roommate was leaning in close, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, asking if I wanted to join her "luck transfer" schemes. This time, I wasn’t taking any chances. I noticed the slight swell of her belly and immediately sent a text to her boyfriend: "Congrats! You’re going to be a dad!"

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”