Novels by Mebi_xx

Sebastian didn’t mention it.That was the first sign something was wrong.Not the argument.Not the corridor.Not even the accusation hanging between them.No—What he didn’t mention…Was her.Ivy noticed it immediately.He didn’t question her again.Didn’t press.Didn’t push.He simply… watched.And that was worse.“You’re quiet today.”Ivy didn’t look up from the book in her hand.“I talk when there’s something worth saying.”A faint pause.Then—“Is that what this is?”She lifted her gaze.Sebastian stood across from her, sleeves rolled again, posture relaxed.But his eyes—Focused.Too focused.“What?” she asked.“Silence,” he said.Ivy held his gaze for a moment.Then looked back down.“Maybe I’m just tired.”A lie.He didn’t call it out.Didn’t challenge it.Instead—He moved closer.Slow.Measured.Until he was standing beside her.Too close to ignore.“You’ve been tired for three days,” he said quietly.Her fingers tightened slightly around the page.“I’ve had a lot to think ab

It started with space.Or rather—The lack of it.Ivy noticed it before anyone said anything.Before it became obvious.Doors that used to stay open—Now closed.Rooms she moved through freely—Now occupied.And Sebastian?He didn’t leave her unattended anymore.Not once.“I’m going to the library.”“I’ll come with you.”“I don’t need—”“I know.”Always the same answer.Not permission.Not negotiation.Presence.Constant.Unrelenting.By the third day—It wasn’t subtle anymore.It was deliberate.“Sit.”Ivy didn’t move.Sebastian stood across from her, sleeves rolled, expression calm.But his eyes—Locked.“I didn’t ask.”Something in her chest tightened.“You never do.”A pause.Then—“Sit.”This time—She did.Slowly.Controlled.Because fighting every command would only make it worse.And she knew that now.Sebastian moved closer.Not rushed.Not aggressive.Just certain.“You’re pushing boundaries you don’t understand,” he said.Ivy leaned back slightly in the chair.“Or maybe I u

No one said anything at first.That was the worst part.The silence followed Ivy back into the main room like a shadow that refused to leave.Sebastian walked beside her.Not touching.Not guiding.But close enough to remind her—She wasn’t moving freely.Lucien looked up first.Then Jaxon.Rafael didn’t move.But his eyes—His eyes were already on her.“You want to explain?”Sebastian’s voice was calm.Too calm.Ivy didn’t sit.Didn’t lean.Didn’t relax.“I went for a walk.”Jaxon let out a quiet breath.“Yeah,” he muttered, “into a restricted corridor.”Lucien stepped forward slightly.Not aggressive.But present.“That section isn’t accessible,” he said.“I didn’t see a sign,” Ivy replied evenly.Rafael’s gaze flicked to her.Quick.Sharp.Sebastian didn’t react immediately.He moved past her.Slowly.Then turned.“You didn’t see a sign,” he repeated.Ivy held his gaze.“I didn’t.”A pause.Then—“Interesting.”The word wasn’t neutral.Jaxon leaned back in his chair.“Logs say that

Ivy didn’t plan it.That’s what made it dangerous.It started as a thought.A quiet one.Barely formed.Test it.She had spent days watching them.Listening.Reading between silences.And now—She needed to know.If she was right.The penthouse was quiet that afternoon.Too quiet.Jaxon was at his usual station.Head down. Focused.Lucien was on a call in the hallway.Sebastian hadn’t come out of his office in over an hour.And Rafael—Was nowhere in sight.Perfect.Ivy moved slowly.Not sneaking.Not rushing.Just… walking.She passed through the living area, her posture relaxed, her pace even.No one stopped her.That was the first sign something was wrong.She reached the hallway.Turned left.Instead of right.A small change.But intentional.She kept going.Past the guest rooms.Past the storage corridor.Toward the restricted wing.Her pulse started to pick up.Too easy.She should’ve been stopped by now.Questioned.Watched.But nothing happened.No footsteps behind her.No voi

The penthouse didn’t feel like a prison.That was the problem.There were no locked doors.No guards stationed at every corner.No visible chains.And yet—Ivy couldn’t remember the last time she had been alone.Truly alone.It started with small things.It always did.She woke up to find someone already in the living area.Every time.Lucien. Jaxon. Rafael.Sometimes all three.Like they rotated without speaking.Like it was planned.She tested it.Twice.Three times.Each time she stepped out of her room—Someone was there.Watching.Not obviously.Not in a way she could call out.But enough.Enough for her to feel it.By the third day, she stopped pretending it was coincidence.“You’re hovering.”Jaxon didn’t look up from his screen.“I’m working.”Ivy crossed her arms.“In the living room?”“Better lighting.”She stared at him.He didn’t budge.Lucien was worse.He didn’t pretend.“Sit.”The command came low, calm.Ivy didn’t move.“I didn’t ask.”“I didn’t agree.”Lucien’s gaze l

The shift was subtle.Too subtle for anyone who wasn’t looking for it.But Ivy was.She noticed it in the way conversations stopped a second too late when she entered a room.In the way Jaxon checked logs twice instead of once.In how Lucien no longer stood with his back to anyone.And Sebastian—Sebastian watched everything.Including her.Ivy stood near the edge of the living area, arms loosely crossed, her gaze fixed on the city beyond the glass.From the outside, it looked calm.Untouched.But inside the penthouse, something had changed.Trust had thinned.“Run it again.”Jaxon’s voice cut through the room.“I already did,” Lucien replied.“Then run it again.”A beat.Then keys started tapping.Fast.Precise.Ivy didn’t turn, but she listened.Always listening now.“It’s clean,” Jaxon muttered.Lucien didn’t respond immediately.“Too clean,” he said after a moment.Rafael let out a quiet breath behind them.“Or maybe you’re both overthinking it.”Ivy’s eyes shifted slightly.Not e