#Chapter74 threat, sweetheart."

I eventually caught my hitched breath the second Tristan's car left my sight, and immediately, I carried my belongings to my apartment situated on the third floor. Upon my arrival, before the curse called laziness kicked in, I hurriedly unpacked my possessions and packed them neatly into their rightful places; clothes folded and in the closet, and cutlery stuffed into the kitchen cupboards.

Now, after the gruesome routine required after relocating, I am just sprawled across my new bed, scouring through my social media feed and stalking random celebrities who have no idea about my existence. I feel like media is just a platform for stalking. I...