Page 49 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

The sound of metal screeching against metal fills the air as my body slams against the door. For a split second, I’m frozen, trying to understand what just happened.

Then another impact—this one harder, more vicious—throws the car off the road. My scream dies in my throat as the world turns into a blur of spinning lights and deafening noise.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. The car flips—once, twice—and everything is upside down. My head slams against the window, and pain explodes behind my eyes.

Glass shatters around me, the sound sharp and terrifying, like the world is collapsing in on itself.

Then, silence.

My vision swims as I try to focus, blinking against the haze of pain clouding my mind. I’m not in the car anymore. I’m on the ground, cold and trembling.

The air is thick with the smell of burning rubber and gasoline. I try to move, but my body won’t respond.

Everything hurts.

A shadow falls over me.

I blink again, my eyes struggling to focus, and when they do, I wish they hadn’t.

He’s standing above me, his grin wide and full of malice, those piercing yellow eyes glowing in the darkness—the man with the yellow eyes.

“No,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, but the terror in my chest feels like it’s suffocating me.

He chuckles a low, sickening sound, that sends chills down my spine. “You’ll never be safe, Grace. Not from me. Not from anyone.”

I try to move, try to get up, but I can’t. I’m frozen in place, my body refusing to obey my commands. The fear is paralyzing, clawing at my throat, making it impossible to breathe.

He kneels beside me, his hand outstretched, and everything slows for a moment. His smile widens, and his voice is soft, almost soothing, as he says, “Come with me, Grace. It’ll be easier that way.”

I find my phone,grab it somehow and dial 9-1-1. I shake my head, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it in every inch of my body. “No.”

His face changes instantly, the smile disappearing, replaced by something dark, something furious. His eyes burn brighter, and I can see the rage boiling beneath the surface.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he growls, his voice now full of venom.

Suddenly, there’s shouting. It’s distant but enough to snap me out of my terror. He looks up, his expression twisting into one of annoyance, and then without warning, he’s gone.

He moves so fast I barely see him disappear into the shadows, leaving me alone, shaking and gasping for air.

I try to sit up, my head pounding, my limbs heavy. My vision blurs again, and I think I’m going to pass out. But then I see Theo.

He’s lying several feet away from the wreckage, motionless, his body twisted in a way that makes my stomach turn.

“No,” I whisper again, this time louder, the panic rising in my chest. “Theo!”

I try to crawl toward him, but my body won’t cooperate. I’m too weak, too dazed. I can’t reach him. My fingers dig into the dirt as I pull myself forward inch by inch, the world spinning around me.

He doesn’t move.

I scream his name again, but it’s useless. He doesn’t hear me. He doesn’t even flinch.

I collapse onto the ground, my vision darkening at the edges, the pain in my head becoming too much to bear. All I can think about is Theo—how still he is, how lifeless he looks. I can’t lose him, not like this.

But as the darkness closes in around me, I can’t help but think that maybe I already have.

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THEO

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