My Stalker Claimed Me as Her Fiancé, So I Sued Her to Prison

To earn some extra campus credits, I volunteered to guide incoming freshmen during Orientation Week. I never imagined I'd get stuck with a completely delusional freshman named Chloe. She kept asking me invasive personal questions, talking to me as if she were already my girlfriend. On move-in day, the second we met in person, she grabbed my hand way too familiarly. Blushing, she turned to her mother and said: "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Dylan. Say hi! We're all going to be family from now on!" Even worse, her mother actually nodded with approval: "I like him. Just remember, once school starts, you hand all your allowance over to my daughter. No smoking, no drinking, and absolutely no female friends! As soon as you two graduate, you're getting married!" I stood there, completely dumbfounded. Since when could someone unilaterally declare a relationship without the other person's consent? Staring at the mother-daughter duo, my head throbbed. The level of sheer delusion was unbelievable! When on earth did I ever agree to become "family"? I shook Chloe’s hand off as discreetly as possible, trying to keep my temper in check. "Ma'am, please don't get the wrong idea. Your daughter and I only exchanged a few messages online about campus orientation. At best, we're casual acquaintances. Talking about marriage is way out of line." I softened my tone as much as I could, hoping to spare her feelings. Chloe didn't buy it at all. Instead, she crossed her arms and shouted indignantly, "You're lying! If you don't like me, why did you add me on Snapchat? Why did you keep chatting with me?" Her baffling confidence left me speechless. "Helping freshmen is my assignment. You're not the only person I added." "By that logic, am I supposed to be in love with and marry every single person in my contacts?" Hearing this, Brenda’s gaze instantly turned sharp. She glared at me, her voice rising: "If you don't like Chloe, why did you lead her on? Are you trying to dodge your responsibilities?" I couldn't believe how unreasonable this woman was. When did I ever lead her daughter on? She made it sound like I had seduced and abandoned her, when in reality, Chloe had been the one constantly harassing me! Her loud, accusatory outburst quickly drew the attention of passing students. A crowd began to gather, whispering and pointing fingers at me. Feeling their judgmental, contemptuous stares, I flushed with embarrassment. To keep things from blowing up even further, I swallowed my rage, practically begging them: "Ma'am, Chloe, let me just help you carry your bags to the dorm first, okay? We can clear this up later." I grabbed Chloe's suitcase and led them toward the freshman dorms. Chloe smirked smugly. "Men are so hypocritical. You say you don't like me, yet you rush to carry my luggage. If that's not love, what is?" Brenda agreed completely, rambling the entire walk about how a proper wedding required a thirty-thousand-dollar cash gift, along with a house and a brand-new car. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The moment I dropped them off outside her dorm room, I made an excuse and bolted. My roommates had seen parts of the scene outside earlier. When I got back to our room, they immediately crowded around me, demanding an explanation. "Dylan, aren't you pursuing Claire from junior year? Why are you suddenly tangled up with some freshman?" They all knew I had been courting Claire, a junior, for over a year. I buried my face in my hands and groaned. "Man, I’m cursed." I spilled the whole story from start to finish. My roommates were dumbstruck. None of them had ever heard of a mother-daughter pair this unhinged. "If I knew this would happen, I would've skipped the orientation volunteer gig. Two stupid credits aren't worth this mess." Right then, my phone buzzed. I didn't even need to look to know who it was. "Babe, where did you run off to? Mom and I have been waiting for ages. Before classes start, let's go out for dinner. As her future son-in-law, it's about time you treated your mother-in-law."Reading that text made my blood boil. I couldn't hold it back anymore. Politeness be damned—I typed right back: "I've told you a hundred times: I don't like you. Stop being delusional. Any normal person would have understood what I meant by now!" I figured a blunt, harsh reality check was the only way to snap someone like her out of it. No girl in her right mind would still chase a guy who lost his temper and cussed her out. I was sure this would finally kill her obsession. To my shock, it did nothing. She kept spamming me with calls and texts, completely unfazed in her bizarre fantasy. Her mother, Brenda, was just as bad, even demanding that I show up in person to apologize. "Why do you still have her unblocked?" one of my roommates asked, shaking his head. "I'm getting mad just watching this." "Yeah, block her everywhere. Campus is huge. As long as she can't reach you, she'll give up sooner or later." My roommates' advice sounded solid. Following their suggestion, I blocked Chloe and her mom across all platforms. Sure enough, over the next few weeks, I didn't hear a peep from Chloe. I breathed a massive sigh of relief and poured all my energy back into pursuing Claire. Hard work finally paid off—after more than a year of effort, Claire agreed to be my girlfriend. Overjoyed, I immediately took her out on our first official date. What I never anticipated was that when I brought Claire to a restaurant at the downtown mall, Chloe was right there, handing out flyers as a part-time job! "So that's why you blocked me!" Chloe shrieked, tears instantly welling up in her eyes as she glared at me with pure venom. "You abandoned me for another woman! You cheating, irresponsible bastard!" She wailed as if I had truly betrayed her. The mall was packed, and her dramatic screams immediately drew a massive crowd of onlookers. Claire’s face went cold. She stared at me, her eyes filled with disgust. "Dylan, you'd better explain this right now." I cursed my rotten luck. Seeing Claire misunderstand, I panicked. "Claire, it's not what you think! I have nothing to do with this girl!" Chloe cut in instantly, weeping loudly. "Nothing to do with me?! You're my fiancé! You already met my mom, and our families were about to finalize our wedding plans!" "I've been looking everywhere for you, and here you are cheating on me with this slut! You owe me an explanation!" Whispers rippled through the crowd. People glared at me with open disgust, muttering insults about what a scumbag and deadbeat I was for cheating on my fiancée. Claire's expression turned frostier by the second. Without a word, she slapped me hard across the face. "I can't believe you're this disgusting. You make me sick!" She threw the gift I had bought her onto the floor and stormed off. The relationship I had worked over a year to build was shattered in an instant. And the culprit behind it all was Chloe! I gritted my teeth, glaring at her with pure fury. "Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?! When was I ever your fiancé?!" Chloe lifted her chin with absolute conviction. "My mom already gave her blessing. From now on, you're only allowed to love me!" I felt like my sanity was slipping away. If I had known, I would never have volunteered for Orientation Week. I would never have crossed paths with such a deranged, entitled lunatic!Faced with Chloe's relentless delusions, I felt utterly helpless. She hadn't broken any obvious laws, so calling the police felt futile. She hadn't physically assaulted me, so I couldn't hit her back. My head was splitting, and I had no idea how to make it stop. To make matters worse, the very next morning, Chloe’s mother, Brenda, showed up right outside my dorm building. The moment she spotted me, she rushed forward and slapped me across the face before I could even react. Her bitter, pinched face contorted in rage as she jabbed a finger into my nose, screaming: "Dylan, you two-timing scumbag! How dare you cheat on my daughter and buy expensive gifts for other women!" "From this day on, every penny you have belongs to Chloe! You hand your cards over to her!" Her sheer absurdity pushed me past my breaking point. I gave a cold, humorless laugh. "It's my money. I'll spend it on whoever I want. Who do you think you are?!" Brenda held her head high. "I'm your future mother-in-law!" "Enough!" I roared. Being pushed around over and over had completely destroyed my patience. I didn't care about being polite anymore. "Brenda, listen to me clearly: there is no future mother-in-law, and there is no fiancé! It's all in your twisted heads! I never agreed to any of this!" "Now get the hell out of my face!" Brenda trembled with fury. Instead of backing down, she dropped straight onto the concrete, thrashing her arms and wailing like a banshee: "Help! Everyone come look at this monster!" "This heartless scoundrel ruined my daughter, and now he refuses to take responsibility! He's cheating on her with other sluts! Someone help us!" Within moments, a thick crowd of students surrounded us. Seeing Brenda sobbing and beating her chest on the ground, their knee-jerk sympathy kicked in. Harsh accusations began flying at me from every direction. My chest felt like it was about to burst with rage. I couldn't believe someone could twist reality so brazenly! Surrounded by judgmental stares and angry questions, anything I said was useless. In situations like this, society always assumed the crying woman was the victim. No matter how much I explained, nobody believed a single word. Brenda played her trump card: "What mother would make up lies about her own daughter's honor?!" That single line sealed my fate in the eyes of the crowd. Everyone immediately took her side. The commotion grew so out of hand that campus security had to intervene, and I was dragged into my academic advisor's office. I frantically explained the truth to her, hoping she would back me up and clear my name. But my advisor didn't believe me at all. Instead, she fixed me with a stern, cold glare: "I don't care about the details. What matters is that you shut this scandal down right now. The university's reputation is on the line!" "If the school's image is tarnished and the administration gets involved, I can't guarantee you'll be allowed to graduate. You might find your remaining years here very unpleasant." "Worse, this could affect your roommates. If they find out they can't graduate on time because of your personal drama..." I stared at her, stunned. Faced with her blatant, cold-blooded threat, fury burned through me, but an even heavier wave of helplessness washed over it. An academic advisor held immense power over a student's standing. I still had three years of college left. If she decided to sabotage my academic record every semester, my life would become a living hell. If I couldn't get my degree, my entire college career would be ruined. And I couldn't bear the thought of dragging my innocent roommates down with me. At that moment, the only way out seemed to be caving—apologizing to Brenda and Chloe, and publicly playing along with their delusional engagement. I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white, trapped in absolute agony.