When Fame Turns Frightening: How My Author Spotlight Invited a Sinister Shadow
He won. My speaking, publishing, and author promotion business never recovered, and my retirement savings now reflects the lost income.
I later discovered that my stalker believed I was running a brothel. A woman halfway down the street was indeed a madam, and he decided I was doing the same. I’m lucky that a dozen local police knew me personally and did what they could to keep me safe. My stalker-landlord came from a country where honor killings of family members was still tolerated. That was his culture.
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