Sylvie’s POV “If you don’t want to die, leave him now. Darian isn't who you think he is.”The words were scrawled in a jagged, aggressive handwriting as if the writer had been in a frantic hurry. I stared at it, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My breath hitched, as I stared at the paper. Who would write this? Why would someone try to come between us now?I looked toward the kitchen door. I could hear the low, melodic hum of Darian’s voice as he moved about. We were days away from the wedding. "It’s a prank. It has to be a prank.” I muttered the words softly to myself, the sound of my own voice shaking me.The kitchen door swung open. In a blind panic, I shoved the note behind my back, my fingers crumpling the paper. I forced a smile that felt like it was cracking my face as Darian walked toward me."Here you go, baby girl," he said, his voice a warm caress. He handed me the glass, his fingers lingering against mine."Thank you." My hand trembled as I took the wa
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