A Little girl whispers “There’s a camera in your office ” Millionaire exposes spy fiancée…

Eight-year-old Isla Monroe had learned to watch before she spoke. In the three foster homes before this one, watching had kept her safe.

Watching had taught her which adults meant what they said and which ones smiled while their eyes stayed cold. Now standing in the doorway of Eli’s home office, she watched again. Her adoptive father sat rigid at his mahogany desk, his face illuminated by the blue glow of his computer screen.

The afternoon sun streamed through tall windows, casting long shadows across the room filled with technology that hummed and blinked, like a digital heartbeat. Eli Monroe, 30 years old and already worth millions from his cyber security empire, barely glanced up when Isla appeared. His fingers danced across the keyboard as he spoke into his headset about encryption algorithms and security protocols.

To most people, he was a genius. To Isla, he was still a stranger who decided to do something good by adopting her. She’d been living in his sprawling suburban home for six months and still felt like a visitor who might be asked to leave at any moment.

Eli provided everything she needed. A beautiful room, the best schools, more toys than she’d ever imagined. But he provided them the same way he managed his business accounts.

Efficiently, distantly, with good intentions but little warmth. Isla’s small fingers traced the doorframe as she summoned her courage. There were things she needed to tell him, things she’d seen that made her stomach twist with worry.

But every time she tried to speak to Eli about anything important, he seemed to look right through her, as if she were just another problem to be solved with money and good planning. The Zoom call droned on. Eli discussed firewalls and data protection with faceless executives while Isla shifted her weight from foot to foot.

She’d been standing there for ten minutes, waiting for him to notice her when something made her step forward. Later, she wouldn’t be able to explain what gave her the courage. Maybe it was the way the light caught something small and black tucked behind the gilt-framed painting Sabrina had given Eli last month…