Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Camgirl: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

Jolene’s POVI left work with my stomach in knots, the fluorescent lights of the office still flickering in the back of my mind like a migraine waiting to bloom. I couldn’t shake the words from that message. You didn’t glow for me. They clung to me like wet fabric, heavy and impossible to ignore. The kind of sentence that crawled under your skin, made you question what you’d shown, what had been seen, what had been taken. Each syllable echoed with possession. With danger. With the terrifying possibility that this wasn’t just someone behind a screen anymore. This was someone watching.I barely remember walking into the police station. My feet carried me there on instinct—some broken part of me still believed that if you told the right people, used the right words, help would arrive. That someone in a uniform would hear my voice tremble and care. But all I got was a scratched plastic counter, the bitter smell of old coffee, and a bored officer who didn’t even bother looking me in the ey

Craig’s POVMy phone buzzed just after midnight, screen lighting up with a name I hadn’t seen in weeks. Claire. A name I used to associate with drinks, lap dances, and orgasms that helped me forget whatever the hell I was pissed about that day. But tonight? That name turned my stomach.Claire: We need to talk. Urgent.No emojis. No teasing. Just those three words. I stared at the message for a full thirty seconds, fingers twitching with something I didn’t want to call dread. Because if Claire was reaching out—about Jolene—then it meant something was already broken.I met her at the club she worked at, though calling that place a “club” was generous. The air was heavy with smoke and the kind of perfume that made your eyes water. Neon lights pulsed along the ceiling, casting pink and red shadows on curves that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Claire stood near the bar, her body wrapped in a black halter top and shorts so tight they should’ve come with a warning. She was in full per

Jolene’s POVI’d barely been in my new apartment for two hours when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone moving in next door. A steady thud of boxes, the grind of furniture legs on cheap tile, and a few low curses muttered under someone’s breath. I didn’t think much of it at first—until I stepped out onto the narrow balcony for some air and saw him.Jasper.He was standing in the hallway just outside the neighboring unit, arms full of books and a duffel slung over his shoulder. He looked just as surprised as I felt—like the universe had played one final, ridiculous card and we were both the punchline.Our eyes locked. My heart did a violent somersault.“Jolene?” His voice was low and hoarse, like he hadn’t used it all day. “What the hell...?”I blinked, gripping the railing. “You’re moving in next door?”He nodded slowly, setting down the box at his feet like it weighed far more than paper and cardboard. “Didn’t exactly have a choice. Got kicked out of the family estate.” He let

Jolene’s POVI lit the ring light with trembling fingers, the soft glow washing over my face like a lie I no longer knew how to tell. It used to be so easy. Routine, even. A flick of a switch, a swipe of gloss, a few playful winks at the camera. I used to love this part—the transformation from flesh and bone to fantasy. But tonight, everything felt off. The light was too sharp, the air too still, and my body... it wasn’t humming with adrenaline like it used to. It was bracing, frozen in something I didn’t want to name.My reflection stared back at me from the screen. Same bedroom. Same pose. Same lips glossed to perfection. The lingerie hugged my curves just right, black lace framing my body like art. I knew how to work it. I knew what angles they liked. But for the first time, none of it felt like power. It felt like exposure. Like I was standing on a stage I no longer controlled.And beneath the surface of the seduction and sass, something gnawed.Fear.The kind that lodged itself i