Page 192 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

Hotel hallways. Cameras. Security shoving people back behind barricades while strangers scream our names all the time.

No privacy. No quiet. No space to breathe.

I hated it.

People always assume I handled fame the best out of all of us because I smiled through it.

Because I joked, flirted, played the charming rockstar. But that was survival. If I pretended it didn’t bother me, then maybe, it wouldn’t.

Except, it always did.

The alarm keeps blaring, and movement erupts inside the compound. Lights snapping on, voices, footsteps.

Willow grabs my arm instinctively. The contact jolts straight through me.

“Julian?”

Her voice shakes, and my panic disappears beneath something else entirely. Protectiveness.

I turn toward her.

“Hey,” I say, keeping calm even though my pulse is pounding. “It’s okay.”

“Is it?”

“No,” I admit. “But we’ve got security everywhere.”

The patio doors slam open behind us.

Xander appears first, all jagged edges and fury, followed closely by Gabe already on his phone.

“What happened?” Willow asks.

“Motion alert near the west fence,” Gabe says tightly. “Security caught someone trying to climb through.”

Willow goes pale, and fuck. That expression, that fear. I know it too well.

The moment you realize strangers might stop respecting boundaries entirely.

Xander’s jaw flexes dangerously as he scans the dark tree line beyond the gardens. “Press?”

“Probably,” Gabe replies grimly.

My stomach twists hard, because this is exactly how it starts.

One person sneaks close. Then another. Then, suddenly, nowhere belongs to you anymore.

Willow’s grip tightens unconsciously on my arm. I cover her hand with mine.

“It’s okay,” I murmur again, softer this time.

Even though I’m not completely sure I believe it myself anymore.

THIRTY-FIVE

Willow

Ican’t sleep, which feels unfair considering I’m emotionally exhausted enough to qualify for medical research. But every time I close my eyes, my brain starts playing the worst highlight reel in human history.