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This Stalker Won't Leave Me Alone!

No matter how far I ran, no matter where I hide, he's always one step ahead leaving me enthralled by his schemes. I never thought in my life that my ordinary life could be flipped upside down. That was until I received a message. A message from an annoying, flirtatious, ingenious guy who's obsessed with me. He's my deranged stalker, And he won't leave me alone until he got me in his grasps. After escaping her abusive family, April Westwood was able to have a decent life in the famous city, New York. Together with her best friend Cherry Baker they work at a big corporation. April's life was about to get back on trail until one day she woke with a strange phone message. The message was from Private Number, her stalker, who claims to love her. April tried to block him, but quickly realizes that that wasn't a smart move. Her deranged stalker had killed three innocent people from her work as punishment for her behavior. April learns that to keep the people that she loves safe from harm that she shouldn't anger her stalker, but that doesn't mean that she wouldn't try to come with antics to get away from him. On her way to the convenience shop she meets Mark Moore, the stand-in CEO of her corporation. The man's beauty is equal to a mythical God and April can't take her eyes off him. At the same time, she can't help but get a foreboding feeling every time her eyes locks with his. Why is that?

The Gost Writer · Teenager
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38 Chs

Chapter 38: Interlude Part 2

James' POV

“I'll release you when we get back to my place in Italy”

‘What a load of baloney.' I snorted inwardly as I rolled with my eyes. My feet haven't had the chance to make acquaintance with the avenue of Italy ever since the plane passed its border.

Alessandro went out of his way to treat me like a sack of potatoes by throwing me over his shoulder. And seeing how I was still tightly bounded trashing around was futile, but I did it anyway just to agitate the hell out of that caveman. And when he showed no signs of discomfort from my flailing legs I did the honor of yelling and screaming from the tops of my lungs which only received a grunt and a swat on my peach by Alessandro, also some annoying glares from his subordinates.