Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

Chapter 5

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e his cologne, a rich, woody scent that filled the enclosed space and made it hard to breathe.

y oblivious to the war raging inside my head. I hadn't spoken a word since we left

very compel

inty was killing me. I glanced up at the rearview mirror. Dean's eyes were already there

watching a mouse in a field. The intensity of his gaze made my skin p

But here, he was laser-focused on me. My presence, my lies, my background-everything about me ha

't wait for Dean to open the door. I grabbed the handle, shove

ut, already taking a st

. I slowly turned around. He had stepped out of the car and was walking toward me. He mov

reached his shoulder. I had to tilt my head back to look

"Blackwood isn't just a school. It's a battlefield. A

advice, but a statement of fact. He knew something

to Hannah, and then the sedan purred away, disappearing into the night. I stoo

o you?" she asked, frowning. "You look like you've seen a ghost.""Just

g at the icy shock. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale, my eyes wide with

me. His interest in me was growing, and if I didn't do something, I wo

invitations. I would avoid the places Dean frequented. I would becom

rm for the next morning. Just as I unlocked the screen, i

al words: "Lamb little hello..." Spam, probably. Some poorly translated phishing attempt. I swiped it away without another though

y chin, staring at the ceiling. I had to be stro

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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."”