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No One Else But Mine
You have lived under the same roof as Callum Hargrove for six years, and you always told yourself the intensity in his eyes was just how older brothers looked at the people they protected. Then tonight you found your phone — the one you thought you lost last week — hidden inside his jacket pocket, every message from Marco Vance deleted. The estate gates are locked. Callum is standing in the doorway of the living room, watching you hold the phone, and his expression is not guilty — it is calm, certain, and completely unafraid. He has been waiting for this moment.
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