Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

Chapter 8

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ing Hannah's arm before she could di

tration. "Why not? Chloe, this is serious. This guy is a psy

crying. "He... he suffocates me. He asks too many questions. He l

s intense, but he cares. He wou

. "Being around him feels like being trapped. Just like this stalker

ng her phone. She looked at me, really looked at me, and for

can't fight this alone. The police can't help. Changing your number doe

ut of my depth. This wasn't a physical threat I could run f

do I have?" I asked

experts. He knows private investigators. He doesn't have to be

still fresh in my mind. I couldn't live like this. I couldn't funct

him help. And I'll make sure he keeps his distance. I'

te to help me. She was a good friend. The best. An

hout getting entangled in his web. A transaction. A busines

Okay. But just the resources. I don't want him in my roo

had been holding. "Thank you

flying over the screen. She drafted a te

by a serious creep. Cops are usele

r help. It was an invitation. It was a door

okay?" Ha

ace flashed in my mind,The cold

to of me in the library,The text about t

e devil I knew, or

my eyes.

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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."”