I Married My Stalker Novels & Stories

“I won’t tell you that, but that wasn’t the first time we met, and I already told you about it. She was upset, and I was there. We talked about you, and I could see she was fond of you. You make her happy. I could see it in her eyes, but I still don’t like you.” “What’s not to like me, Siciliano?” I snorted. “You’re too righteous. You don’t want to get your hands dirty, but maybe it would change your perspective when your wife is in danger for digging up a dirty family history.” *** Later in the afternoon, I was still puzzled and alarmed to learn that someone was stalking my wife now that Terzo was off the list. I called Homer. “Keep your eyes on my wife, and be alert. Someone is stalking he

My eyes close as the sparks travel throughout my body, and I try to focus on the now. “It’s okay. I need to tell this, and it should be now. This way, you are well informed and can decide if you still want to go through with this.” I’m about to tell her how dumb that sounds, but the look on her face forces me to be quiet. She’s serious about this, and I don’t want to downplay her feelings. “I have a stalker.” I look at Atlas, who is expressionless, as always. I look at Akia, and her face is as serious as a heart attack. Let me reserve judgment for now. “It started when I was 11 and it hasn’t stopped really. I’m originally from the Silent Crest Pack. Even though there’s no proof, I know that

“There’s more. I need to tell you something.” My mother’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong, Judy? What is it?” I took a deep breath. “Clark…” I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Clark married another woman. He married Isabella.” My mother’s face fell. “What?” I nodded. “Yes, Mom. He did. I don’t know the full story, but I just found out recently. He married her, and I’m sure he never meant to hurt me, but he did.”

I say brushing my lips against hers. “Nothing…everything, the fact that I just had the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life with my ex-stalker who is now my kidnapper and supposed husband.” “Supposed husband huh… how many more orgasms do you need to make it a guarantee. I’m glad to spend all night changing your mind.” I say smiling down at her.

"Even if you did grow up with him, you lost contact for four years, and he only just returned from overseas. How could your relationship develop so fast?" "But it's the truth. If you don't believe me, you can look into this yourself." "You're supposed to be with me! If you were already married to him, then you cheated on me!" I sighed. "Have you forgotten that I broke up with you earlier today, Grayson? While you and Monica were busy having your fling in bed, Edwin and I went to the city hall. How can you say I cheated?" Edwin did not look surprised when I suggested registering for marriage. He quickly figured out that I was worried about being continuously harassed by Grayson.

After which, alone in the privacy of my room, I logged into the internet and scrolled through Adam's progress over the years. He had gotten married to the very woman who called me a slut. And he had the audacity to demand why I hadn't told him I was getting married. I scoffed at their wedding pictures even though a part of me ached at the wide smile on their faces. It was the sharp shrill of the doorbell that pulled me out of my supposed stalking. I threw the phone on the bed and headed to the door careful not to wake my daughter. Without checking through the peephole, I drew the door back. My eyes widened at who was standing before me. It was like a deja Vu

"Please, give me a chance; I'm a really nice guy." I looked at him like he was crazy. Wasn’t he the one who just arrogantly made a pass at me? And now he’s a nice guy? I laughed to myself. "I'm married." I told him as coldly as I possibly could. "You're widowed." Okay, so now he is a stalker. My heart stopped, dead, as I tried to fight the tears that were coming against my will.

“I… I’ve had… a stalker. Since last week. Someone kept calling. Messaging. Using different numbers every time. And today he… he showed up outside. In front of me.” The color drained from Dominic’s face so fast it scared me more than anything else today. His jaw tightened, and his eyes shifted into something dark—protective, furious, and very controlled. He held my arms, steadying me. “What do you mean showed up? Did he touch you?” His voice softened at the end, but it trembled slightly under the restraint he was holding onto. I shook my head quickly. “No. He just… stood there. He talked to me like he knew me. He said… he said he’s my husband.” My voice cracked, and I didn’t even try to hide

I shot back, suspicion rising inside me at his words. Was he a stalker perhaps? “Sienna Thorne-Smith, married to the heir of the Smith empire. Unfortunately that collapsed to the ground and was bought by a powerful business man who he now works for,” he summarized and I gasped. “Who are you? Have you been stalking me?” He shook his head. “I have been watching you, yes, for a while, especially after I found out about your husband's affair.” “My husband's…You spread that video online, didn't you?” I asked, my tone accusatory. “How could you do that? You had no right!”

“I just wanted to make sure you were doing well. I mean, I could only watch you from afar.” Instead of finishing his sentence right away, he glanced to the side. His narrowed eyes looked as if they carried an overwhelming burden. He took a breath, and I felt the tightness in my own chest. A stalker—perhaps it wasn’t so different from me, who kept following him until it became exhausting. “I… I was ashamed to meet you. You know, I’m sick and my body is weak. So I could only watch you from a distance.” “When I thought you finally got married, at first I was happy. You married the man you liked, even though from the beginning I never liked him.”