(Liam Romano’s POV)
The video footage made my blood run cold.
Not because someone had crossed into my penthouse — I’d handled worse invasions in my life. Not even because they’d dared photograph Hailey — though the thought of her violated like that sent fury burning through me like acid.
It was the precision. The angle. The way they moved through my space as if they belonged there.
This wasn’t some random stalker. This was someone who knew the layout. Who knew the blind spots.
Someone inside my circle.
“Give me the phone,” I said, extending my hand toward Hailey.
Her grip tightened around it, knuckles white. “Why?”
“Because I need to see everything. Every message. Every call. Every scrap of contact they’ve had with you.”
Her chin lifted, defiance flickering in her eyes. “These are
