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My gaze wandered, scanning the familiar scene until it landed on Tyler. He stood there, casually leaning against the fence, dressed in a plain white singlet that clung to his toned upper body and brown trousers that hung just right. He had a pair of simple palm slippers on his feet, and his hands were buried in the pockets of his trousers. He was talking to James, his posture relaxed yet commanding in a way that only Tyler could pull off.

After reading all the messages from my mother and the ones from Diego asking if we were all having a threesome, I open my I*******m and I blink at all the unnecessary followers I've gained since I got out of jail for hammering that douche's car, my DMs are full of people I don't know but I click on the one on top cause I recognize the name. Tyler. He sent me a video, I click on the video, praying that it's not actually an adult video. It's a video of me and Cass, talking. I roll my eyes at the fact that he filmed us. I sigh, concentrating on the screen and trying to remember what we were talking about.

“Nope. Not today.” I reached for my phone and unlocked it, thumb automatically tapping open I*******m. The account—@wanderwithblue—lit up on the screen, a mix of sunsets, van meals, barefoot hikes, and too many pictures of Tyler looking like a golden god in various scenic backdrops. I opened a draft I’d never posted—me in a bikini, holding Tyler’s paw, both of us mid-laugh (okay, I was laughing, Tyler just looked majestic) on a beach somewhere along the Oregon coast.

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Tyler glanced over at her, watching her tie on an apron and busy herself at the stove. He pulled out his phone and casually snapped a photo of her from behind. He sent it to a group chat. There were only a few close friends in the group chat. Wallace Peterson quickly responded with a shocked emoji. [Wait a second. Who's that girl? She looks very familiar.] Luke Ashborn also chimed in with a matching shocked emoji. [Holy crap, Tyler actually sent a message here? And it's a girl's photo? This is historic.] Jason Denzel was equally surprised.

So I went to the search bar and typed his name, Tyler Cooper, and hit search. His name popped up right away, almost like it had been waiting for me to look it up. He was the first on the list. I clicked on his profile but didn’t follow him. Thankfully, he hadn’t set his page to private, which meant I could view everything without alerting him. The first video on his feed wasn’t a pinned post—it was new. Fresh. I*******m’s sorting order made that obvious. It was his most recent upload. I opened it. And there he was—Tyler. Sitting confidently in front of a plain wall. His face was right in front of the camera. He had placed the phone at eye level and looked directly into the lens, as if he was

The house looked heavenly. “Hey Mayeli”, Tyse said, rising from one of the sofas with a surprised smile on his handsome face, showing off his perfect set of teeth. His warm brown eyes twinkled as he stared at her. He was wearing black shorts and a white sleeveless polo that clung to his body and showed off his well-built chest. He had a few tattoos scattered on his arms and his legs. “Hey Tyse, good to see you again”, Mayeli beamed. Killian threw her an annoyed glance, which she gladly ignored. She wasn’t interested in knowing the reason behind the glance right now.

“Fine. I forgive you. It’s not your fault. I blame Tyson. He didn’t come through for me when I begged him to get me access to the awards.” I squinted at him. “So… you’re fighting with Tyson again?” “No,” Tyler said, smoothing his hair. “I’m a grown man now Raine, I don’t hold shit to heart.” I laughed. “Sure you don’t.” Zayne leaned in. “Is that Tyler?” Tyler's face lit up instantly. “Zayne!” he said in a fake-sweet voice. “Wow. Didn’t know you’d be on camera tonight, too. You look dainty.”

A few were already digging into Marcus’s past and asking why father and son were estranged. Tyler smiled for the first time all morning. He typed another post. **“The truth is coming. Stay tuned.”** He hit send and leaned back, heart racing. He still didn’t have the full picture. He still didn’t understand how deep this really went. But he was close. Back in the penthouse Lila’s phone buzzed with a new notification. It was a direct message from a verified gossip account. **“We have Tyler Hale’s full story and photos. Would you and Mr. Hale like to comment before we publish tomorrow?”**

"No, never. The I*******m account was deleted right after the event. I tried messaging her again—I figured maybe there'd be more jobs, you know?—but the account was gone. Completely vanished." "Show me," I demanded. Tyler fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his phone. His hands were shaking so badly that he nearly dropped it. After a few swipes, he held it out to me. I took the phone, scrolling through his I*******m DMs. There was a conversation with a user called "I*******m User" with a gray profile pic. The messages were brief and to the point: meeting details, confirmation, and then nothing. It seemed too clean, too perfect. Like someone had carefully scripted exactly what to say if caug