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That was not what caught my attention. I stood up slowly letting go of my fathers hand as my eyes moved down the machines that were checking his vitals. There was a shiny black disc stuck to the side of the main machine it was no larger than a coin. There was a red light blinking on it every three seconds. It was a high-definition camera. I felt like I had been punched in the chest it took my breath away. Julian was not just tracking the Maybach. He was not just relying on Sarah to tell him what was happening. He was there in that room watching us on his screens.

"If you think faking some pain and squeezing out a few tears will make him come back, you're dead wrong. He only cares about Miss Lilah right now. He doesn't even want to hear your name." Then, Ana's eyes landed on Lucius, standing in the corner of the room. The Progenitor looked a mess. His white shirt was completely soaked in my blood and coated in black silver ash from the explosion. His clothes were torn. The heavy, stinging scent of silver ash temporarily masked his pureblood aura. And a lowly servant like Ana had never seen the Original before. She pointed at Lucius and laughed like a maniac. "Wow, Elena, your taste is getting worse!" She cracked up, thinking she had me all figured out

But there's something else, a guardedness in her eyes, like she's constantly calculating and assessing. "So," she says, breaking the silence. "We're famous." I pull out my phone and show her some of the headlines. "Alexander Grayson's Mystery Woman. Who Is Anna Brooks?" "Billionaire CEO's Surprise Engagement Could Shift Power Dynamic in Tech Industry." "Grayson Empire's Strategic Move? CEO's Engagement Comes Just Before Major Deal"

She could only assume that Scarlett was either dead or had been sitting in a safe house still. Juliet sighed as she leaned back into the couch, the television on low. She had been staring at it for so long each day that she felt like her brain would rot away. Liam was on shift but had been working out in the garage. He left the door open, listening for any issues, but the distance he placed between them reaffirmed that Big Brother was probably watching her. Juliet turned the television down slightly, glancing over her shoulder to see if Liam noticed, but she didn't hear anything.

“Now, is there anything else you want to say?” Big brother just showed me an annoying face. “I am just warning you, Travis. I would be there to keep an eye for you, but most probably, I will not be able to save your ass just in case something bad happens to you. You know that very, very well, don’t you?”

“But if he did then he sure is missing out” I giggle and hug him back tightly. “You know you’re my family too, Matt,” I say to him still in his embrace. I feel him hug me tighter, and after a few minutes he lets me go and I see him wipe a few tears from his eyes as I do mine. The doorbell rings, and it must be the pizza. Matthew goes to get the door and returns with two boxes of pizza, we pick a movie to watch, and we pick Age of Adelaide. Because it’s one of my favorite movies and Matt doesn’t want to watch Marvel movies again.

I was a big boy; I could take it. “I have a bully. I lost my virginity to him the other day and since then, he finds me and touches me every chance he gets. No matter what I do, I can’t escape.” She admitted. “I see.” I had a feeling I knew who she was talking about. It was probably that wolf who got in my face this morning. “Do you want me to take care of him?” I asked. “You can’t, he’s the future alpha and my stepbrother.” She whispered.

The camera of the show had not been installed yet, and no one was watching their every move. Eliza showed her watch to Roseane. "Don't worry. I'm on my guard here." Roseane was also wearing a watch on her wrist. She remembered that before Mr. Valentine left, he also showed a wrist movement. She immediately understood. "This watch..." "It's a smart watch designed by Braint. It has a recording function. It can make a video call and call the police while sending the location." Eliza's tone was very proud right now, but she also sounded a little like a sales agent.

“Cam… look.” The screen showed the frat house foyer. My stomach lurched. Another screen lit up—this time, the kitchen. Then the living room. Then the backyard. Then the upstairs hallway. Every angle. Every space. Our house. Our rooms. Our lives. “What the hell,” I whispered. “Are these—” “Live feeds,” Brandon said, his voice going dark. “Someone’s been watching the whole frat house.” My throat closed. “This is—this is sick. Who would—who does this?”

“I don’t have any here now but when Boris takes over I will get you some and bring it back.” I nod. “Are you staying in the house here?” I ask. He shakes his head. “No, we are doing shifts watching you.” I nod and bite my bottom lip as I think. I gesture to the camera with my head. “Is the monitor in this house?” I whisper with my head down away from the camera. “Yes,” he replies. “Are there others elsewhere?” I whisper with my face away from the camera again. His eyes meet mine and he shrugs. “Not sure,”