All Chapters of Her Secret, His Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aria’s POV I turn in bed and try to snuggle into Ronan but…he isn’t there. And I realize he hasn’t been there for a while because his spot is no longer warm. I reluctantly get out of bed and quickly head to the bathroom to freshen up. My conversation with Ronan last night keeps replaying in my head. I wasn’t very surprised by my brother’s behavior but I was very surprised to know that someone else is interested in me. Enough to pay my brother a ridiculous amount of money just to know about me. Just go get information about me. And this is scary because I don’t even know who it is. I have no idea who this person could be or what they even want from me. For all of my life, I can’t remember offending anyone, I have always been on my own, I had Mia and she was and still is the only friend I ever needed and had. Ronan made a lot of sense yesterday. Maybe it’s someone I don’t know. Someone I have probably never met before. Someone who’s just looking to ruin my public image. I still

Aria’s POV It was already late in the afternoon by the time I was done with my photoshoot and every other ad shoot I had to do for the day. I texted Mia as soon as I was done, and we agreed to meet at our favorite restaurant to have lunch and catch up. I got here first so I chose a table by the corner that would give us a good view of the restaurant but still give us more than enough privacy from everyone else. Mia walks into the restaurant with a small from on her face that morphs into a bright smile when she sees me and I watch the smile slowly turn mischievous as she walks closer and takes in the two huge men standing two tables away, watching me like mother hen. “Hey.” She says as she slides into the chair opposite me. “Hi,” I reply. She looks behind her and looks back at me. “That’s a new development.” She says. “Bodyguards. Fancy.” She adds wiggling her brows at me. I let out a small laugh. “Oh please, Ronan is being impossible so I am kind of stuck with them.” Concern e

Aria’s POV The studio is quiet and empty. The type of quiet I need right now. Or maybe not. I am not sure if I need to shut out the voices in my head or if I need to hear them. I didn’t tell anyone about the text. Everyone is already on edge, worried about Adrian’s next move, I am not about to add to their anxiety and in turn spike my very own anxiety too. So, I just pretended as if I didn’t receive that text. When I got home, I took a quick shower and put my hair up in the tightest bun it has ever been in then I dressed up in my little dance outfit. Ronan did a huge thing with this room. It is still one of my favorite rooms in this house and it is not the second or third. I shrug out of my robe and walk over to the speaker to turn it on and connect it to my phone. I hit play on the first song that popped up and I quickly started walking back to the pole. The mirrors lining the wall show me my reflection— hair tied up in the tightest bun ever, barefoot, bare face, dressed in th

Ronan’s POV FEW HOURS BEFORE THE DANCE! “What did you find?” I ask Kade. “Nothing. There is literally nothing. Whoever he is striking this deal with is very thorough and very careful.” He replies. “They don’t meet physically and they don’t talk through the phone either.” “So how do they communicate?” I ask him. “I am yet to figure that out but I am working on it.” “We don’t have much time, Kade.” I know we don’t have much time. I know he reached out to her. She didn’t tell me. She tried to act like everything was fine but I could tell. One glance at her and I could tell that she was trying to hide something. I know it had to be something about Adrian. It can only be him. “I am working on it. I will give you all the information I have tomorrow night.” He says. “And the other thing?” “Done. It was hard finding a tracker that could fit in the necklace but I made it work.” He says as he hands over the jewelry box to me. “All she has to do is keep it on at all times and you will

Ronan’s POV “Hey,” Aria calls softly from our bed. I catch a glimpse of her through the mirror as I continue knotting my tie. Every time I see her, every time I remember that she is mine— which is every second, literally— I make a vow to never ever lose her. And every time I see like this, in our bed, scantily dressed, with her hair looking well slept in, flushed skin and all, I wonder how I got so lucky to have her in my life. “Hey,” I call back and I let go of my tie and walk up to her. I climb on the bed and she immediately angles her head up, reaching for a kiss. I don’t think twice about it, she doesn’t even have to ask twice. I kiss her softly and she hums into the kiss. I pull back and gently tuck her hair behind her ears. “Did I wake you?”I tried not to wake her. I know she had a long day yesterday, with the dance and multiple interviews, and the dinner party at my parents'. She shakes her head with a smile. “No, you didn’t.” “Hmm.” I hum and kiss her forehead. Her e