| scarlett | 

As I read the love letter in the text form from my stalker, my heart sank and my mind went completely blank. I felt a chill run down my spine, and my skin crawled with uneasiness and adrenaline . The words on the screen seemed to leap out at me, taunting me with their twisted declarations of  affection and love. I couldn't believe that someone could be so obsessed with me, so fixated on me that they would resort to such creepy and disturbing behavior towards me . I tried to shake off the feeling of fear that was growing inside me, but it was of  no use. I was scared, and I knew I needed to do something to protect myself. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed the number of my secretary, Camilla. She answered on the first ring, her voice cheerful and upbeat.

" Yes , , Scarlett! What's up?" she asked, oblivious to the terror that was gripping my heart.

"Camilla, I need your help," I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my body was shaking . "I just got a text from my stalker, and I'm really scared. Can you come over and help me track down the contact?"

Camilla's tone changed instantly, her voice becoming more serious and concerned. "Oh my god, Scarlett, I'm so sorry. Of course, I'll come over right away. But first, can you tell me more about the text? What did it say?"

I took a deep breath , gathering all the oxygen in the room and tried to recount the words of the love note, trying to keep my emotions in check. Camilla listened attentively, her silence a testament to her focus.

"Okay, I'm on my way," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "But in the meantime, can you try to stay calm and safe? I'll be there as soon as I can."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "Okay, thanks Camilla. I'll try to stay safe. But please hurry, I don't feel safe here alone."

Camilla promised to hurry, and we hung up the phone call .  I waited anxiously waiting for her to arrive, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger. The minutes ticked by at a glacial pace, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, I heard the doorbell ring, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Camilla had arrived. I opened the door to let her in, and she swept into the room, her eyes scanning the space with a practiced gaze amd looking for any thing dangerous.

"Okay, let's get to work," she said, her voice brisk and efficient. "I'll start by tracking down the contact. Can you show me the text?"

I handed her my phone, and she began to work her computer magic. Camilla had studied computer science in university, and she was an expert at tracking down digital trails. I watched in awe as she worked, her fingers flying across the keyboard with a speed and accuracy that was impressive. As she worked, I couldn't help but think about Prince Henry. I had heard the news about his kidnapping, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection between his disappearance and my stalker. It seemed like a long shot, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this story than met the eye. Just then, Camilla looked up from her computer, a look of excitement on her face. "Scarlett, I think I've found something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I leaned in, my heart racing with anticipation. "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've managed to track down the IP address of the contact," Camilla said, her eyes shining with excitement. "And I think I know where it's coming from." I felt a surge of hope, mixed with a healthy dose of fear and anger. "Where is it coming from?" I asked, my voice trembling. Camilla hesitated, her eyes scanning the room as if she was afraid of being overheard. "It's coming from a location near the city," she said, her voice low and serious. "But here's the thing, Scarlett. I think I've found a connection between your stalker and Prince Henry's kidnapping." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear. Camilla leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think your stalker may be involved in Prince Henry's kidnapping," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "And I think we need to go to the police with this information, right now." I  felt a wave of fear wash over me, mixed with a sense of determination. I was going to get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. I was going to find out who my stalker was, and I was going to make sure he paid for what he had done. As we left the house and headed to the police station, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. What would we find out? As  we arrived at the police station, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation and anxiety . Camilla and I were greeted by a friendly officer, who led us to a private room to discuss the case. "Please, have a seat," the officer said, gesturing to two chairs in front of his desk. "I'm Officer Stefan ,  and I'll be handling your case. Can you please tell me more about the stalking and the connection to Prince Henry's kidnapping?" I took a deep breath and began to recount the events of the past few days, from the first note to the latest text message. Camilla chimed in, providing more details about her investigation and the tracking of the IP address. Officer Stefan  listened intently and attentively , his expression growing more serious with each passing moment. When we finished, he nodded thoughtfully and began to scribble some notes on a piece of paper. "I see," he said, looking up at us. "And you believe that the stalker may be connected to Prince Henry's kidnapping?" Camilla nodded. "Yes, we do. The IP address we tracked is located near the city, and we think it may be a lead worth exploring." Officer Stefan  nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I agree. We'll definitely look into it. But in the meantime, I need to ask you some questions, Scarlett. Can you tell me more about your relationship with Prince Henry?" I felt a surge of surprise. "My relationship with Prince Henry?" I repeated. "I don't have a relationship with him. I've met him a few times, but that's it." Officer Stefan raised an eyebrow. "I see. And can you tell me more about those meetings? Were they formal or informal?"

I thought back, trying to remember the details. "They were formal, I suppose. I met him at a few charity events, and we exchanged a few words. But that's all." Officer Stefan nodded, making another note on his paper. "I see. And did you notice anything unusual about him or his behavior during those meetings?" I shook my head. "No, nothing unusual. He seemed like a nice person, but I didn't really get to know him well." Officer Stefan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I see. Well, we'll definitely look into this further. In the meantime, I need to ask you to be careful, Scarlett. If the stalker is connected to Prince Henry's kidnapping, we don't know what he’s capable of." I felt a shiver run down my spine. "I will," I promised. "I'll be careful." As we left the police station, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What was going on? And who was behind the stalking and the kidnapping? Camilla and I walked back to my car in silence, our minds racing with thoughts and questions. As we drove back to my house, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.

"Camilla, do you think we're being followed?" I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

Camilla turned around, scanning the road behind us. "I don't see anyone," she said. "But we should be careful anyway. Let's take a detour and see if anyone follows us." I nodded, taking a sharp turn off the main road. We drove through the winding streets, our eyes scanning the road behind us. But there was no one there. As we arrived back at my house, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. We were safe, for now. But I knew that this was far from over. The stalker was still out there, and I had a feeling that he  would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. As we walked into the house, I noticed something strange. The front door was open, just a crack. I was sure I had closed it when we left.

"Camilla, look," I whispered, pointing to the door.

Camilla's eyes widened, and she pushed me behind her. "Get back," she whispered. "I'll check it out."

I watched as Camilla cautiously pushed open the door and stepped inside. She disappeared from view, and I was left standing alone in the hallway, my heart racing with fear. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I spun around, but there was no one there. And then, I heard Camilla's voice, low and urgent.

"Scarlett, get in here. Now."

I rushed into the house, my heart pounding in my chest. Camilla was standing in the living room, her eyes fixed on something on the floor. As I approached her, I saw what she was looking at - a small piece of paper with a note scrawled on it.

The note read: "You'll never be safe. I'll always be watching."

I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized that the stalker had been in my house. Camilla and I exchanged a terrified glance, and then she quickly grabbed her phone and dialed the police. As we waited for the police to arrive, I couldn't shake the feeling that the stalker was still watching us. I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see someone lurking in the shadows. But when the police arrived, they found no one. The house was empty, and the only sign of the stalker was the note on the floor. The police took the note as evidence and promised to increase the surveillance on my house. They also told me that they had found a lead on the stalker's identity, and they were working to apprehend them as soon as possible. As the days went by, I heard nothing from the stalker. The police had set up a sting operation to catch the stalker, and I was finally able to feel safe in my own home. And then, one day, the police called me to tell me that they had caught the stalker. It was a shocking revelation - the stalker was a drunkard who I never ever met and I don’t think that he is even capable of walking properly but then how could he be a stalker ?  

The police had found evidence of his  crimes, and he was arrested and charged with stalking and kidnapping. As I watched him being led away in handcuffs, I felt a mix of emotions - relief, anger, and sadness.

I was relieved that the stalking was finally over, and I could feel safe again. I was angry that he caused me so many trouble and put me through so much pain and fear. And I was sad that we couldn’t find prince Henry had ended in such a tragic way. As I looked back on the experience, I realized that I had learned a valuable lesson. I had learned to be more careful about who I trusted, and to always prioritize my safety and well-being. And I had also learned that true friendship is about supporting and caring for each other, not about being selfish . I was grateful for the friends who had stood by me during the stalking, and I knew that I would always cherish those relationships. , I emerged from the experience stronger and wiser. I had faced my fears and come out on top, and I was ready to move on with my life. I knew that I would always be vigilant, but I also knew that I would never let fear control me again.

As I closed the door on that chapter of my life, I felt a sense of closure and finality. The stalking was over, and I was finally free to live my life without fear. I took a deep breath, feeling the warm sun on my face, and smiled. I was ready for whatever came next.

But still a doubt consumed me , what about prince Henry ? Maybe some other organisations were involved with him  and it had nothing to do with me and I wouldn’t feel guilty anymore , thank god !