LOGINHi everyone,
I just wanted to sincerely apologize for going AWOL and not updating the chapters as expected. I know many of you have been patiently waiting, and I truly appreciate your support and consistency. Things got a bit overwhelming on my end, but that’s not an excuse—I should have given a heads up or something. I’m really sorry for the silence. Thank you for sticking with me. Updates will resume soon, and I’ll do my best to stay consistent moving forward. With love and appreciation, Author Meenah.Ronan's POV. The silence and emptiness in the room is...suffocating. The room is not even completely empty. Matt and Mia are still here, hanging around, solemn and just...quiet. I encouraged them to leave earlier. I encouraged everyone to leave and everyone did apart from Matt and Mia. I have a feeling that they think I might do something rash if I am left alone. Which truthfully, I might. I have watched the clock tick, watched every second, every minute, every hour, I watched it pass by, yet my phone remains silent. Not a call. No demand for ransom. Nothing. The silence is driving me insane but I have quickly come to realize that this is not about money. It's not about money at all and for the life of me, I can't figure out what this could be about. My chest tightens painfully, as it has since I got the news. She is out there. Out there somewhere. All alone. Alone. She is probably scared out of her mind, she would put on a brave face because that's just who she is, My Red,
Aria’s POV. I have lost sense of time. Truthfully, I lost sense of it since I got kidnapped but it just…much worse now. At least before, I could still make out the tiny streak of light that passed through the tiny spaces in the doorway. Now? It’s nothing. Just darkness. Unending darkness. The darkness isn’t just around me, it surrounds me, it has a weight. It’s pressed against my eyes, thick, suffocating, tight, and dirty. I was already feeling hopeless when Adrian ordered that waiter boy to tie me up but a very vain part of me fought him endlessly about the dirty clothes he was going to put on my face. Don’t even blame me. It took me years to achieve this level of clear skin. Years of dedication and spending money I didn't have on skincare products, because that was the one thing I wasn’t going to compromise on. I eventually let him when he threatened to knock me out again if I didn’t cooperate with him. I don’t know how much time has passed since then. Seconds? Minutes? Hour
Barely thirty seconds later, the door opens loudly. Adrian. "Ahh, finally." He says with a small laugh, clearly amused. "You are awake." I glare at him as I roll my hands into a fist. "What the hell is this about?" He grins and shakes his head. "There you are." He says tapping my forehead lightly. "I was starting to think you overdosed or something, you dramatic girl." He says with a scoff. "You only took a sip and you were out for so long." "Cut the crap, Adrian. What do you want from me?" I demand, although my voice is a little too weak and it comes out sounding like a whine. He throws me a bottle of water and walks into the room. "I have a feeling you need that." I look at the bottle in longing, my dry mouth literally begging for some water but I just can't...I can't open it. "How do I know this is not drugged too?" I find myself asking, looking at the bottle of water longingly, and just..skeptical about taking it. Adrian laughs. "It's a little too late to be conscious now
Aria's POV. Something is not right. First, it is the smell. This place smells wrong. Damp and... is that antiseptic in the air? This smells nothing like my home. I know the kind of smell I wake up to at home. First, it's the smell of clean sheets, the sweet smell of detergent and fabric softener, then there's the comforting, satisfying smell of my boyfriend, Ronan. Ronan. I stretch out and try to reach for him but...it's cold and empty. I try to open my eyes but it feels heavy and tight, like they are glued together. When I finally manage to pry my eyes open, it becomes very clear that I am nowhere close to home. With blurry vision, I take in the overly bright yellow walls and cracked ceilings with black spots that look like bad news—it has to be mold. I am not at home. I know that. My sluggish brain has somehow managed to clock that. I try to move. But nothing. I couldn't. I can't move. I panic and look down at my feet to make sure they are still there, attached to my b
Ronan’s POV. “You said what?" No, cause it has to be that my ears are playing some kind of sick joke on me. I certainly did not hear what I think I just heard. There is no fucking way. No way in hell. "Ronan..." Mia starts from her position on Matt's lap, where he is holding her tightly and trying to soothe her, her eyes are swollen from crying for who knows how long. And for the life of me, I can't seem to understand why she was crying. "Where is Aria?" I ask her. "Ronan..." It was Matthew calling my name this time. Why they would be calling my name like that without answering my question directly is beyond me. "Adrian has her." Mia cuts in. Yeah, she said that the first time. She mentioned that the moment she walked through my doors, alone, without my girlfriend, she mentioned that but it had to be some sort of prank. I chuckle humorlessly. "This is some sort of joke, right?" She shakes her head and sniffles. "This is no joke, Ronan." She says firmly, her voice more stead
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t listen to him. I shouldn’t listen to a word that comes out of Adrian’s mouth, hell, I know I shouldn’t even believe shit he says. But… But what if he is telling the truth this one time? What if he actually has something on the accident? It’s been years, years since the accident, it’s been years since I hired a private investigator, an expensive one that I couldn’t afford at the time but I was desperate. I needed answers. A lot of things happened that night and I was young and it was dark, I know that, but I also know what I saw, I remember it vividly. That driver wasn’t dead. He didn’t die at least not from the accident. I need answers. And I know that Adrian knows how desperate I am for answers. He knows. I know that he knows. And I also know that he might be lying to me, just using this as a decoy. But it sounded like he actually had something. It wouldn’t hurt to go see him. He is not far away from here anyway, it would only take five minutes tops.
Aria’s POV “I missed you.” He grunts against my neck. I have kind of lost count of the number of times he has said those three words tonight. He has been chanting them like prayers. My thumb flutters over his jaw, gently lifting his face from its hiding place in my neck. “I know,” I say softly w
Aria’s POV Dinner passed with ease; it was a lot easier to blend into this family than I thought. They have all been super nice to me. Ronan’s mum has been walking on eggshells around me, treating me like I could burst into tears at any time. She has been so kind, sweet, and extremely gentle with
Ronan’s POV I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that. Oh right, I wasn’t thinking. It was supposed to be a punishment. For her. For denying both of us. But now it feels more like a punishment for me and not her. Daddy. I still can’t believe she called me that. And I’m amazed at how muc
Ronan’s POV Two long weeks away from my girl and I just… I am just glad it’s finally over. Technically, it was supposed to be longer than two weeks. If we had done the job at the normal rate, we would have spent close to four weeks—an entire month. I wasn’t having that. I hated not being with he







