Novel Full Chapter 1725: Stalker
Chapter 1725: Stalker
Villain Ch 1725. Stalker
Allen walked.
Hands in pockets. Shoulders slightly hunched. The sharp wind bit at the edges of his jacket, but he didn’t pull it tighter. The cold helped. Not enough to numb, but enough to clear. The sky above was velvet black, cracked open by blinking stars and the occasional passing cloud. His boots echoed quietly along the stone-paved street, broken only by the steady hum of the streetlights above.
They buzzed like old insects. The warm, yellow kind. Industrial and soft at the edges.
This part of the city was asleep. Not dead—just breathing slow. The kind of silence that let you think.
And he needed it.
Because even now—long after the kiss, after the goodbye, after the door had shut behind him—Azura still hadn’t left his head.
She trembled.
It wasn’t the tremble that worried him. Not really. It was the pride behind it. That look in her eyes when she tried to hold her ground even though her legs were giving out. When she whispered, ‘Next time, I won’t tremble,’ like she was promising it to herself more than to him.
Allen exhaled through his nose. The air came out like smoke.
She had no idea how terrifyingly perfect she was at that moment.
He didn’t want her to be perfect. He didn’t want her to push herself to match him or meet him at some arbitrary line.
He just wanted her.
But he also knew she wasn’t ready. Not completely.
And that was fine.
His boots clipped against the curb as he took a slow turn around a dim corner. The road narrowed here, framed by trimmed hedges and ornate street lamps casting warm halos over the damp stone.
His home was only three blocks away now.
But the closer he got… the more he hesitated.
Her reaction.
Not to the kiss.
To him.
When she realized who he really was—when the pieces snapped together and she said it out loud.
“You’re the Emperor.”
No screaming. No accusing. Just this stunned, soft breath like the world had tilted beneath her. Like she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. Her face in that moment—he’d never forget it.
She hadn’t looked at him like he was a monster. Not exactly. But not like she used to, either.
And that mattered more than he wanted to admit.
Because Allen had built his entire empire on shadows, and strategy. The Devil Emperor was a myth to most people. A title. A curse. A name you whispered during rage quits and madness. He liked it that way. It kept the power where it belonged… in his hands.
But Azura saw both sides now.
Allen Goldborne.
And the Emperor.
And she still kissed him.
That, more than anything, made his chest hurt.
But it also made him think.
Because if she could figure it out… others could too.
Elio.
He’d been watching Allen closely since last time. He knew something didn’t line up. He just hadn’t connected the final dots and had the proof yet.
Yet.
And when he did?
Well. That would be fun.
Allen smirked to himself, gaze flicking toward a passing window.
Let them come. Let the world burn a little.
He could handle it.
Except—tonight wasn’t the night for that kind of fight.
Tap!
A small sound clipped the edge of the quiet.
He paused.
Then kept walking.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
There it was again.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. His pace stayed relaxed, unbothered. But something in his senses flared. Something honed from years of real street fights and ambushes.
Someone was following him.
No, not someone. Not just anyone.
He listened closely now.
The steps weren’t heavy. No scuffing. No weight-shift pauses. Definitely not a man.
He’d know the sound of boots versus heels in the dark anywhere.
Tap-tap-tap!
Lighter.
A woman.
His jaw tightened. Not fear—just irritation.
Not Azura. He’d recognize her steps immediately. She walked like she was storming a castle. This… this was sneakier.
Allen reached for his phone, tilted the screen just enough to glance at the reflection in the glass. His face showed calm. Almost bored.
But the blurry shadow two streetlamps behind him was unmistakable.
Of course.
Sophia.
Allen sighed.
She’d finally snapped, huh?
After Darren, Liam, and even Mr. Bell turned on her, decided to fight back, to attack her legally and expose all her blackmailing, she must’ve gotten desperate. Backed into a corner, claws dulled, mask slipping.
She probably thought of him next.
Allen.
The one she couldn’t manipulate anymore. The one who vanished from her radar, stopped answering her messages, stopped playing her game. She knew he was a Goldborne now. And once she figured that out, it wouldn’t take much to trace his address.
Which meant…
She wasn’t following him out of affection.
She was here to beg.
She was probably planning something dramatic. A fake fainting in front of his house. Maybe tears. Maybe a stream. Maybe just another pitiful scene to beg for his influence again. Try to remind him they “used to be something.”
Allen rolled his eyes.
What a joke.
The worst kind of storm wasn’t the violent one. It was the one that kept circling, never landing, always trying to drag you back into its orbit.
He wasn’t playing that game.
He slowed slightly.
Then took the next turn left—not toward his house.
Toward nowhere.
An empty street. A narrow alley that led behind a row of closed cafés and small boutiques. It curved toward the park, where the city dimmed and the trees stretched like old bones against the sky.
He walked casually. Purposefully. Letting the steps behind him follow.
Tap!
Tap!
Tap!
Come on, Sophia.
Let’s dance.
Because if she thought she could corner him, she clearly forgot who he was.
He let the wind carry the silence.
And turned the next corner. No cameras here. No people. Just moonlight, shadows, and the sound of someone else’s bad decisions getting closer.
Allen didn’t break stride.
But his smile sharpened. Cold. Dangerous.
‘Let’s see what you want tonight.’
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