Aliya’s POV
This must be some type of sick joke, right?
First, I get a message from him on my phone, and now I’m receiving letters telling me what to do and what not to?
Who the hell is Mr. L?
Could it be Philip?
The thought made my stomach twist. That bastard had always been conniving, always finding ways to get under my skin. But this… this was different. There was something eerily personal about the way Mr. L spoke, like he knew me—really knew me.
I tried to shake it off, but the unease clung to me like a second skin. This wasn’t an admirer, and this wasn’t some harmless prank. This was a stalker. And the most terrifying part was that he knew about my meeting with Dad today. How did he do it?
I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brooke’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
