Camille had gotten used to the whirlwind pace of her new life—runway shows, photoshoots, and interviews were becoming the norm. Ever since signing with Elite Global, her modeling career had skyrocketed. But with fame came attention, and not all of it was the kind she wanted.

It started out small. A few strange comments on her Instagram posts, messages from anonymous accounts that were a little too personal. At first, Camille brushed it off—after all, being in the public eye meant dealing with fans and followers, some of whom could get carried away. But then the messages became more frequent and increasingly creepy. Whoever it was seemed to know too much—details about where she had been, what she had worn, and even who she had been with.

She hadn’t mentioned it to anyone at first. Between balancing school, her modeling gigs, and her time with friends, Camille didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. But one evening, after a long day at a photoshoot, things took a turn for the worse.

Camille had just arrived home to the Hunters' New York apartment when her phone buzzed again with another message. She glanced down at the screen and froze. The message wasn’t just weird—it was terrifying.

**Unknown Number**: Nice walk home. You looked beautiful in that white coat today. I’ll be seeing you again soon.

Her heart stopped. Whoever this was, they had been following her.

Camille immediately locked the door behind her, her hands trembling. She stood there, staring at the message, her mind racing. She knew she couldn’t ignore this anymore. But just as she was about to call someone, her phone buzzed again—this time, it was Josh.

She answered, her voice shaky. “Josh…”

“Camille?” Josh’s voice was immediately concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Camille took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. “I… I think someone’s been following me. I just got a message, and it’s creepy. They knew what I was wearing, Josh.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment before Josh’s voice hardened. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at home,” Camille said, her voice small.

“I’m coming over. Don’t go anywhere. Lock the door. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” His voice was firm, no room for argument.

Camille nodded, even though he couldn’t see her, and hung up the phone. She did as he said, checking the locks on all the windows and doors. Her mind raced, wondering how she had let this go on for so long without telling anyone.

True to his word, Josh arrived within minutes, pounding on the door. Camille let him in, and the moment he saw her, he pulled her into a protective hug.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

Camille nodded, but she could feel the tension in her chest. “I don’t know what’s going on, Josh. The messages started a while ago, but this is the first time they’ve said something like… like they’ve been watching me.”

Josh’s expression darkened, and his grip on her tightened. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I didn’t want to worry anyone. I thought it was just some online troll. But now…” Camille’s voice trailed off as fear bubbled up inside her again.

Josh took a deep breath, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. “We need to tell your dad. This isn’t something to mess around with.”

Just as he said it, the door to the apartment opened, and Shawn walked in, oblivious to the tension in the room. He was holding a bag of groceries, but the moment he saw Josh and Camille, he knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” Shawn asked, setting the groceries down and walking over to them.

Josh glanced at Camille, waiting for her to explain. She took another shaky breath and handed her phone to her dad, showing him the messages. Shawn’s face went pale as he read through them, and his expression hardened with every word.

“Camille…” Shawn’s voice was thick with worry and anger. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it,” Camille said softly. “I thought it would stop. But now it’s getting worse.”

Shawn handed the phone back to her, his jaw clenched. “This *is* a big deal, sweetheart. Someone’s following you, and we’re not going to take any chances. I’m calling the police.”

Camille’s heart raced. The thought of involving the police made everything feel so much more real, but she knew her dad was right. This wasn’t just a harmless prank—it was a threat.

As Shawn stepped out of the room to make the call, Josh stayed by her side, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, Camille. You’re not going through this alone.”

A wave of relief washed over her. Having Josh there, steady and strong, made her feel safer. But there was still a gnawing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. Who was this person? And why were they targeting her?

Later that evening, after the police had come by to take her statement and look through the messages, Shawn sat down with Camille and Josh in the living room. He was still tense, his protective instincts in full swing.

“They’re going to look into it,” Shawn said, his voice low. “But until they find out who’s behind this, I’m not taking any chances. You’re not going anywhere alone, Camille. If you need to go to school or to a shoot, either I’m taking you, or Josh is. Understand?”

Camille nodded, knowing there was no arguing with her dad when he was in this mode. “I understand.”

Shawn turned to Josh, his expression serious. “I’m trusting you to help keep her safe, Josh. I know you care about her.”

Josh nodded, his jaw set with determination. “I’ll keep an eye on her, Mr. Hunter. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

Camille looked between the two of them, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and frustration. She didn’t want to feel like a prisoner in her own life, but she also knew they were just trying to protect her.

That night, as she lay in bed, her thoughts swirling, Camille realized just how much her life had changed since she became a rising star in the modeling world. She had always dreamed of fame and success, but she had never imagined the dark side that came with it—the dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting for a moment to strike.

But as terrifying as the situation was, she wasn’t facing it alone. With Shawn and Josh by her side, watching over her, Camille knew she had people who cared deeply about her, willing to do whatever it took to keep her safe.

And no matter how scared she felt, she refused to let this person control her life. She was stronger than that. With her dad’s support and Josh’s unwavering protectiveness, Camille was determined to face whatever came next—and take back control of her own story.