Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate

The tall local cop gently traced the dark bruises covering my swollen cheek. I flinched, my hands instinctively gripping the greasy screwdriver like a sharp weapon. He didn’t arrest me for trespassing on my dead uncle’s land. He just stared at the fading purple and green marks on my skin, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked. "Who did that to you?" he asked, with a suppressed growl evident in his deep voice. My heart hammered in my chest like a caged prey. I had just escaped my billionaire CEO boss—a monster who treated me like a toy, choked me until I blacked out, and vowed to lock me away forever. I fled across the country to this remote mountain cabin, hiding from the world. I swallowed hard, trying to find my backbone. "That’s none of your damn business, Sir." His green eyes roved over me, taking in my trembling frame, my oil-stained clothes, and the sheer terror I couldn't hide. He didn't reach for his handcuffs. Instead, he took a slow, deep breath, as if trying to control a feral beast inside him. "Anything that happens in this town is my business," he growled out, taking a slow step closer. "We don’t let men beat the shit out of women here." I backed up against the rusted truck, my broken ribs screaming in agony. "Well, it didn’t happen here. Do you need proof I’m here legally?" I shoved my uncle's deed into his chest. He barely looked at it. Instead, he slowly reached out, his massive calloused hand gently wrapping around mine to take the paper. The second our skin touched, the entire world seemed to implode. A violent, electric spark shot up my arm. My breath hitched. His eyes widened, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. "Johnathan Carter, at your service, Ma’am," he whispered, his voice suddenly thick with an emotion I couldn't name. He wasn't looking at me like a suspect anymore. He was looking at me like I belonged to him. "And whoever did this to you... is a dead man." 😱💔 ad.readinkapp.com

"She's not even your type," someone sneered, not knowing I was listening— I froze outside the boardroom, coffee tray nearly slipping from my hands. Inside, my boyfriend and boss Creiden was discussing me with his elite circle. "I like pretty accessories," Creiden replied carelessly. "Besides, she's smarter than she looks." Accessories? My hands began to shake as the conversation turned darker. "Stop playing with that country trash. You've let her too close to our operation." The next words shattered my world: "She's MINE! I can f/ck her, bre3d her, or t0ss her aside." His voice dropped to a growl that froze my blood. "If I want to use her as a c@m b/cket, I will." As these Manhattan elites dissected me like livestock, my Southern blood boiled. "She's worthless to you, Creiden," a woman's voice cut in. "You need an obedient bitch who knows her place." Obedient? Bitch? Well, they were about to find out! The next moment, I kicked the door open, coffee flying everywhere. Five shocked faces turned to me. "Looking for your c@m bucket?" I smiled sweetly, then dumped the entire tray onto Creiden's $12,000 suit. "You just lost everything!" he sputtered as hot liquid soaked through to his skin, his face suddenly pale. But I leaned in close, my voice terrifyingly calm. "No, darling. You just lost the only person in this room with an actual soul." "Please, wait—" Creiden suddenly reached for me, panic in his voice like never before. But I turned and walked out that door with finality, "My mama didn't raise me to coddle arrogant asshole!" without a backward glance. What I didn't know was that behind me, he collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest... ad.readinkapp.com

He thought I was just a broken girl who needed his protection.💔 My billionaire ex destroyed me, so I hid in this rugged town. Carter, the fierce local sheriff, wrapped his large arms around me to teach me how to aim. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'll keep you safe."🩸 I didn't need a savior anymore. I pushed him away, grabbed the heavy shotgun, and pumped it effortlessly. Bang. Bang. Bang.💥 Three perfect bullseyes. Carter stood speechless, his eyes dark with newfound obsession. Just then, my ex's sleek black SUV pulled into my driveway. "Let him come," I smirked, reloading the chamber.🐺 ad.readinkapp.com

"What can I do for you, officer?" I hissed, gripping the dirty screwdriver so hard my knuckles turned white. I had just rolled out from under the broken-down Chevy truck, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my ears. My ribs screamed in pure agony with every breath, cracked and bruised by the billionaire ex-boyfriend I was desperately running away from. I had driven across the country to hide in this isolated mountain town, and now, a cop was standing in my driveway. The tall, rugged Sheriff stared down at me from under the brim of his worn cowboy hat. He had come to evict a squatter, his posture rigid and commanding. But as I stepped into the sunlight, his cool, authoritative gaze suddenly froze. His intense green eyes traced the dark purple bruises covering my cheek, the heavy swelling around my left eye, and the undeniable handprints wrapped around my throat. I hadn't bothered to hide my trauma with thick makeup today. The air between us completely shifted, turning thick and heavy. "Who did that to you?" he demanded, a dark, suppressed growl vibrating deep within his broad chest. "That’s none of your damn business, Sir," I shot back, taking a defensive step away from his towering frame. His eyes closed for a fraction of a second, his jaw tight as he fought for absolute control over his anger. "Anything that happens in this town is my business," he said, his voice dropping an octave into a smooth, dangerous rumble. "We don't let men beat the shit out of women here." I held up my free hand defensively, ready to show him the property deed my late uncle had left me. But Sheriff Carter wasn't looking at the legal papers. He was looking at me like I was something precious and fragile that desperately needed shielding from the world. "Go pull yourself together," he ordered softly, the harshness completely gone from his tone. "I'll take you to get what you need." I thought I was entirely alone in this cold world. I thought I had to survive my psycho stalker ex by myself. But looking into the Sheriff's fierce, unwavering green eyes, I realized I had just found the most dangerous protector in town. ad.readinkapp.com

"Be a good, obedient little girl and swallow the medicine, Addy," the evil CEO Creedon whispered mockingly after brutally beating and abusing me. I feigned complete submission, swallowing every pill and medicine that predator in a suit shoved down my throat. I gave up my prestigious job, changed my face, and closed all my bank accounts. I will no longer be anyone's pitiful corporate victim. ad.readinkapp.com

I thought I was dreaming.The rough, warm hands sliding under my shirt felt too electric.🔥 After my ex's abuse, I was terrified of intimacy. Yet, in the pitch-black room, I arched into Carter’s hard chest, begging for more. "Carter," I rasped, guiding his hand lower. A deep, feral growl rumbled against my spine. My eyes shot open. I wasn't dreaming. "If you need help with that, I’m happy to oblige," he whispered huskily, his fingers finding my wetness.💦 He was holding back. I felt his massive h*rdness pressing against me, his body trembling with a supernatural restraint. "Is this all for me?" he asked. I gasped "yes." But I didn't know the sweet deputy was hiding a deadly secret... ad.readinkapp.com

I thought I had hidden my scars perfectly.After escaping the billionaire CEO who nearly strangled me to death for daring to reject him, I fled halfway across the country. I changed my name to Briar. I learned to sleep with a knife in my boot. I refused to be a victim. 🔪 Carter, the dangerously handsome local deputy sheriff, thought I was just a prickly city girl trying to fix up an old cabin. He was sweet. Too sweet. He brought me groceries, fixed my truck, and looked at me like I was something precious. But I knew better than to trust a man again. Until tonight. I was reaching for a towel in his bathroom when my oversized shirt slipped off my shoulder. I didn't hear him walk in. "Briar, I brought you some..." Carter’s voice died in his throat. The silence in the room became suffocating. I froze. His eyes were locked on my ribs—on the massive, dark purple bruises and the undeniable shape of a man’s handprint permanently stamped into my skin. The sweet, easy-going cop vanished. In his place stood something primal. Something lethal. His breathing turned ragged. His hands trembled as he slowly stepped toward me, his silver-blue eyes darkening with a murderous rage I had never seen before. 🔥 "Who did this to you?" he growled, the vibration shaking the floorboards. I quickly pulled my shirt up, my chin held high. "I survived it. That’s all that matters. I don't need a knight in shining armor." Carter didn't listen. He gently cupped my face, his thumb tracing my jawline with agonizing tenderness. "You don't need a knight, sweetheart," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine, his voice dripping with absolute venom. "You need a monster. Give me his name. Because his days on this earth are officially over."💀 ad.readinkapp.com