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Three Dots Bella's POV Three dots. That was all it was. A small, blinking animation on my phone screen that told me someone on the other end was typing. Normally, three dots meant nothing to me. I received hundreds of messages a day from lawyers, analysts, business contacts, board members, and associates spread across three continents. Three dots were simply a precursor to information. But these three dots were Damian's. And they were doing something to my heartbeat that I absolutely refused to tolerate.

The screen was lit up with comments—rows of hearts, emojis, and rapid-fire reactions flooding in too fast to read properly. I focused harder. LIVE. 10, 000 VIEWERS.

'If you ever need me to find you, It will find me first. She had said it lightly. She had said it hoping it was unnecessary. She had said it while something in her that knew about the world insisted on saying it anyway. The screen loaded. She stared at it, breath held, and for the longest three seconds of her life the screen was blank. Then a blue dot appeared. It was pulsing and moving east, toward the water. She made a sound that surprised her — it was like a breath but not quite. She put her hand on her chest and stood in the empty parking lot, watching the blue dot on her screen.

A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off, hitting record. We upload snippets to my private Snap story—the one where only my closest friends, including my boyfriend Tyler, can see. It’s my little corner of chaos: cute selfies mixed with the occasional thirst trap. Tyler loves it; he’s always the first to view and respond with fire emojis or something dirtier. Luca knows about the story too—he’s on it, though I keep the racier stuff timed just right so he might miss it. Or maybe he doesn’t. Whatever.

While we waited, I had Liam and Annie sit near me and told them the story behind that dark night. “We had no idea,” Annie said softly. “It’s in the past, and it doesn’t affect me anymore,” I replied with a calm smile. “And it’s time my fans knew that too.” One minute to go. I propped up my phone and started the livestream. Annie and Liam stood by, a little farther back. The viewer count skyrocketed—thousands in just a minute. I smiled and made funny faces at the camera, reacting to the flood of comments. OMG, Lisa is so adorable!

she said and immediately dropped the napkin, stepping closer to her to give her attention. " Blue, there's something on my mind", " What's that ma'am", " Can you be my friend? Even if it's just for this moment? No Ma'am, please". Blue wanted to hesitate, but seeing the need in her eyes, she nodded with a smile. " Do you want to confide in me with something?", " Yeah, I want to do something and I also need to admit", " What's that?", " You saw the viral videos right?", " Yes, I did",

I purposely hold the corner of the table the moment I read Cassidy’s reply on my I*******m story. Because of the overwhelming reactions from my group of friends, I immediately check my post and notice that it got 400+ views already, knowing from the fact that I just posted this an hour ago. I roughly scroll on to the names who viewed it but the usernames makes me throw up because of how fast the names went on as I scroll the media.

"They bought Shares. Every person on that street owns a 'micro-stake' in our lives. They aren't cheering for our freedom. They’re cheering for the Content." ​Nora walked to the center of the room, where a massive holographic display had been installed. It showed a live-map of the world. Across every continent, glowing gold dots represented "Active Viewers." ​"We didn't escape the simulation, did we, Papa?" Nora asked, looking at Kael.

At least she's learning her ABCs. "There, we're all set," Nate says, pressing a few more buttons on my phone. He passes it back and then taps on the new green-colored square with a weird white design in the middle. "You tap on the app and the tracker will show you where I am." "For real?" I grab the phone from his hands and the little map loads, showing a red dot and a green dot right next to each other. "Promise you won't tell anyone where my dot is?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and giving me a look.