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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 · Thanh xuân
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Chapter 29: Escaped Part 2

The man wore an all ebony black suit that matched his hair. The only thing that stood out was the white necktie and his heterochrome eyes; His hazel blue and green eyes demanding full attention.

And it looks like they were demanding attention from James.

A muscle in the stranger's scruffy jaw twitched at the bruised state of the now pale James as he scrutinizes him. His thick brows knitted together, and anger flashed in his unique eyes. “What the fuck happened?” He gritted out, barely holding back his anger.

James who had lost the ability to vocalize shifted his eyes nervously at Mark whose heated stare was creating a hole in my skull.

The stranger didn't miss that and grabbed Mark by his collar. “It was you?” He growled. The man was a few inches shorter than Mark, but his hulking muscular build made up for the lack of height. Just by grabbing Mark by his collar you could see the muscles strain against the fabric in his forearms.