Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

Chapter 9

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e blue glow of the screen illuminated her face

ng forward and grabbing

artled. "Chloe, w

I couldn't invite Dean Gibbs into this. The moment he found out, he would take over. He would own this problem,

athe just thin

I said, my vo

Hannah cried. "

couldn't use Dean, but I couldn't fight this alone either. I needed a hacker.

subplot that happened much later in the story. Hannah's family company had been

o lived in the shadows of the

name, but he was some kind of weirdo from the computer science department. They called

linked.

the normal social circles. He wasn't part of the main drama. He's safe. If he's as good as the book made him sound, he c

ment? I think I've heard that rumor. But if no

rmly. "Someone has

how much I dreaded Dean's involvement. "Fine. But if t

g questions, but it was like chasing a myth. The first student we stopped just laughed. "The Phantom? Yeah, right. He's a campus legend, not a real person

ching assistant grading papers in an empty

head in. "We're looking for a

ed up, anno

with a computer pro

if you're desperate, try the engineering building. Sub-basement three. He has a pr

t the door. The engineering building was across campus, an older, brutalis

re damp, and the fluorescent lights flickered ov

lightly ajar, a sliver of darkness visible through the crack. I took a de

nly sound was the low hum

or open a little wider. "Is anyone th

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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."”