Unknown Sender

“You won’t have to be protected forever,”

A second text message appeared. Her hands started to tremble; why was this man treating her this way? She continued to gaze at the message, as if she expected something significant to come from it.

From the last thing she remembered, even before her forced marriage, she had always felt someone watching her, especially on the nights she walked alone from the café to her house. Often, she believed it was merely her imagination or that she was being overly cautious.

However, the feeling of being watched had returned, more dangerous than before. What is it that he desires from her? She felt a shiver of discomfort as the man’s gaze fell upon her the instant Rex finished loading the car. She promptly deleted the messages and then sent a text to Reagan.

“I apologize for not letting you know earlier; I’m at Andrea’s mansion. It’s a long story; I found myself being stalked.”

She set the phone down on the lamp stand, gazing at the ceiling for an extende