Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

Chapter 4

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was racing. I had rehearsed this lie in my head a hundred

out smoothly. "They travel constantly. Mostly in th

. This lie made them distant, unavailable, and most importantly, it made me

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pression. "Something like that.

He was analyzing every micro-expression, every breath I took.

his tone deceptively casual. "Whil

was in high school. She passed away a few years ago.

d painful. I pushed it down, burying the emotion before it could show on

my hand, her eyes full of sympathy. "That

ng my hand back gently but

hem a tragic backstory, one that should make them pity me and leave me al

ue eyes intense. Then, his expression shifted. The hard lines of his f

interrogating and more... direct. "But you're my sister's roommate, l

right. This wasn't

d, his gaze locking onto mine. "You can consider this a guarantee: if you have a p

ead, I had triggered his savior complex. In the novel, Dean Gibbs was a fixer. He saw a

my voice stiff. "But I can tak

room for argument. "And I'm sure you can. But e

at her brother was being so welcomi

e. I had played myself. I had tried to build a w

chatter. I kept my answers short and my eyes down, trying to project an aura of com

ng at the total. He stood up, helping Hannah with

pavement as she answered a call from a friend. Dean slowed his pace, falling into step

oncrete walls. Dean stopped walking. I stopped too, turning to face him. H

ry, Miss Carrillo," he said, hi

ung in the air, a clear threat. Did

unreadable, half-hidden in shadow. He could be complimenting my

ickened my pace to catch up with Hannah. I didn't look back, but I

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Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

Isis Beutler Romance

“I woke up to the screech of a megaphone and realized I had transmigrated into a YA novel called *Roses Under Thorns*. I wasn't the beloved heroine. I was Chloe Carrillo, a disposable scholarship student whose only purpose was to die in a tragic car crash to advance the plot. Desperate to survive, I tried to become invisible. But fate played a sick joke, making me the roommate of the female lead and drawing the suffocating, obsessive attention of her powerful brother, Dean Gibbs. While desperately avoiding Dean's controlling grasp, my nightmare worsened. An untraceable cyberstalker began hunting me. He called me "Little Lamb." He left a burner phone in my secret library hideout, sent photos of me taken from ceiling vents, and texted me the moment I stepped out of the dorm shower. "The water looks warm. Enjoy your shower." The police couldn't help, and asking Dean meant trading one terrifying cage for another. I didn't understand why this was happening. I was supposed to be a nobody, yet I was trapped in an invisible web, monitored every second of my life. Refusing to be a victim, I tracked down the university's legendary phantom hacker, Ashton Bridges. I handed him my devices, begging him to trace the stalker, thinking I had finally found a safe ally. I didn't know that as soon as the lab door closed behind me, he pulled up a live camera feed of my bedroom, his lips curving into a predatory smile. "Little Lamb, you walked right into my arms."”