The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

ARIA’S POV

I didn’t remember how I got out of the manor.

One second Mrs. Vance was gripping my arm, threatening my life with that cold look in her eyes, and the next I was outside, walking blindly with tears streaming down my face.

My chest hurt so badly it felt like I couldn’t breathe. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach as I stumbled into a cab, my whole body trembling.

The entire ride back to the hotel, I cried silently. Not because Julian didn’t know. Not because he was with Leonie. Not even because his mother hated me.

But because for one stupid second, I thought maybe this baby would fix something. Maybe it would bring him back to me. Maybe it would make him choose us. Maybe…

I let out a broken sob and covered my mouth.

God, I was so stupid. By the time I reached my room, I was a complete mess.

I slammed the door shut behind me, dropped my bag on the floor, and collapsed onto the bed, crying harder than I had in weeks.

My entire body shook violently. “What am I going to do?” I whispered through tears.

My hand rested over my stomach again. And then slowly, very slowly, my crying eased.

Because beneath all the fear, beneath all the heartbreak, beneath all the pain one thing became crystal clear.

No matter what happened, I wanted this baby.

My lips trembled. “I’m keeping you,” I whispered softly, tears sliding down my cheeks again.

“I don’t care what anyone says… I’m keeping you.” And for the first time since leaving the hospital, I smiled. Small. Weak. Broken. But real.

I grabbed my phone and called Elena immediately. She picked up after two rings.

“Aria?”

“I’m keeping the baby,” I blurted.

Silence. Then, “Oh my God,” she breathed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whispered, wiping my tears. “I’m sure.” She paused. Then sighed softly.

“Okay… then we’ll make this work.” A lump formed in my throat.

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But Elena…” my voice trembled, “you can’t tell anyone. Please. Especially not Julian.”

“What? Why?”

“Just promise me,” I begged. She hesitated.

Then sighed.

“Okay. I promise.” I closed my eyes in relief.

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“Thank you.” After the call ended, I stared around the hotel room. This wasn’t sustainable. I was bleeding money every day staying here.

And now with a baby coming, I needed to think smarter. I spent the rest of that evening searching online for

apartments.

Small ones. Cheap ones. Anywhere decent enough for me to survive.

And after dozens of calls, three terrible inspections, and more disappointment than I could count, I finally found one.

A few days later, I moved in. The apartment was tiny. Very tiny. One bedroom. One bathroom. A small kitchenette. Barely enough room to stretch without touching the walls.

But it was mine. And for now? That was enough. I stood in the middle of the living room surrounded by boxes, exhaling shakily.

“New beginning,” I whispered to myself. No Julian. No drama. No Vances. Just me and my baby.

As I unpacked my things, my hand brushed against the black card Julian had given me months ago.

The limitless card. I stared at it for a long moment. A lump formed in my throat. Even now, I couldn’t throw it

away.

I wouldn’t use it. But I couldn’t get rid of the last piece of him I had left. So instead, I tucked it deep inside my bedside drawer and shut it firmly.

Hidden. Safe. Forgotten. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. The next morning, reality hit hard.

I needed a job. Immediately. So dressed in one of my nicest outfits, I set out with printed resumes and determination.

But by noon, that determination had faded.

Interview after interview was terrible. No one took me seriously. Some barely glanced at my resume.

Others dismissed me before I could even finish introducing myself. And by my fourth interview, I was exhausted, sweaty, nauseous, and close to tears.

“This position has already been filled.” The HR woman said flatly before I’d even sat down.

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I blinked. “But online it says-

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“It’s filled.” My shoulders dropped. Humiliated, I nodded and turned to leave. But just as I stepped outside the building, I froze.

Serena. She stood near the entrance in designer heels and sunglasses, looking smug as hell. My stomach sank.

“Well, well,” she mused. “Look who’s job hunting.”

I frowned. “What are you doing here?”

She smirked. “My uncle owns this company.”

My heart dropped. And suddenly everything made sense. The rude stares. The dismissive HR. The immediate rejection.

“You did this?” I asked quietly.

She folded her arms. “Obviously.”

Anger flared through me. “Why?”

Her face twisted. “Because I hate seeing whores like you pretend to be innocent.”

I stiffened. “Excuse me?”

She stepped closer. “You heard me.” Her lip curled. “You slut around with rich men and think you deserve everything.”

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