From Savior to Obsessed Stalker

ately. There was one

y person in his world who had ever been kind to me. And more importantly, because my mother had left me a significant block of shares in her company, which were being managed by my father and would only be transferred to me u

Conrad and Kassidy detested. She had personally invi

essed carefully. Not to impr

ed with the city's elite. I found Mrs

her eyes crinkling at the

arved sandalwood prayer wheel

atted my hand and then motioned to Conrad, who was standing stiffly nearby. "Conr

oked at me as if I were somet

, Grandma. She can

. Ellison's v

n, his expression softening for a fraction of a second

"I don't know what's

ile. I appreciated her kindness, but it couldn't c

murmur went through the

dy was on

white gown, looking like an ange

ned. "What is she doing h

e. "Conrad, I... I don't feel so well." She

tective mode, his arm wrapping a

e rumored-but-despised fiancée, and Kassidy, the beautiful woman on Conr

er taste in my mouth, tryi

ht so rare it was like seeing a statue come to life. I watched them, a strange detachment settling over me. I saw it all so clearly now-ev

d been so stupidly, arrogantly

clutching her throat. "I

h panic. "What is it

yed, his eyes scanning

nocent. "The... the gift Abby gave your gr

ng in the air, th

is eyes were no longer cold; they

In two long strides, he was in front of me.

snarled, his fingers digging i

t his hand, but his grip was like ir

hoked out, my voi

ckground. "Oh, no... don't be mad at

he slumped against him, faint

s all i

released me so abruptly I staggered b

dy up as if she

ard. "Conrad, what are y

h fury. He didn't look at his

a low, terri

r, Abby. You wi

ving me standing there, humiliated, terrified,