Page 38 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

She pulls back just enough to look up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation.

"What if he gets in? What if…"

"He won’t," I cut her off. "He won’t get near you. I’ll make sure of it."

There’s a knock at the door, and Fiona opens it, letting Tad in. He’s tall, built like a tank, and every bit the professional I need right now.

His eyes dart between Grace and me, immediately picking up on the tension.

“We’ve got a situation,” I say, gesturing to the desk.

“The stalker sent Grace texts from an anonymous number—along with pictures of my home. Looks like they were taken from outside, looking in.

And there’s more. He had a letter delivered. No postage.

It’s from him.”

Tad’s jaw tightens, and he steps forward, pulling on a pair of gloves from his jacket pocket before retrieving the envelope. He scans it quickly before nodding.

“I’ll get this to the police,” he says, his voice low and professional.

“We’ll see if they can pull any prints or figure out where it came from.

In the meantime, I’ll tighten security around the house. No one gets in or out without me knowing.”

Grace shivers in my arms, and I tighten my grip on her.

"What about the pictures?" she asks, her voice trembling. "He sent me pictures of the house. And…"

“Is it possible that he knows how to tap into my security cameras?”

“Anything is possible. He’s got to be pretty intelligent to be able to elude the police this long.”

“Can we do something so he can’t do it again?”

Tad frowns. “I’ll do my best.

I need to see your phone. I’ll try to track the number down if I can.

We’ll set up some decoy surveillance to catch anyone lingering outside, and I’ll make sure our cameras have a wider range.

If he’s been hanging around, we’ll find him.”

Grace nods, though her eyes still carry that haunted look. The stalker isn’t just a threat anymore; he’s a shadow following her every move.

As Tad steps out to coordinate with his team, I guide Grace to the couch and sit beside her. Fiona quietly offers her a glass of water.

“Grace, we’re going to get ahead of this,” I say, trying to inject some calm into the situation.

“Tad’s the best in the business. I’ll call Devon, too.

I’ll have him and Sarah come to the house today so we can have a meeting about everything.”

She nods weakly, and I can see how drained she is. I hate that she has to live like this. That the stalker keeps finding ways to invade her life no matter where she goes.

I reach for my phone and dial Devon, each ring adding to the urgency pulsing through my chest. When he finally picks up, I waste no time. "Grace’s stalker found her again."

There’s a pause, and then Devon’s voice comes through. "I’ll be there right away. We need to get a handle on this before it escalates."

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