All Chapters of Her Secret, His Obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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 POVThe warning bells in my head go off. My heart rate quickens as I try to make sense of what he is saying. "What on earth are you going on about?" I ask. Realization dawns on him and he quickly shakes his head. "I wasn't saying anything...." "I heard you already, there's no point lying to me now." I cut in. "Are you...." I swallow, unable to get myself to form the words. "Are you going to sell me?" I ask. "Sell?" He repeats. "No, that isn't the word for it. More like, auction you off, to the highest bidder." He say grinning brightly. "He is selling me off. My fucking brother. My actual brother is selling me off. To the highest bidder? Like that is supposed to make it better or what? "Ben...." "We are leaving. Now." Adrian yells from wherever the fuck he is. My mind goes blank. What kind of sick joke is this? I try to make sense of this whole situation but it just isn't adding up."Sure thing, boss," Ben yells back. "Chop chop, we have to go." He says as he grabs the

Aria’s POVI have been drifting in and out of consciousness since the drive started. As if knocking me out was not enough, the asshole still had me tied up in the backseat. My wrist burns from where the rope digs into my skin and I literally can’t feel my legs anymore, they have gone completely numb. We have been driving since forever. It might be the effect of the drug but it sure feels like the drive has been going on for way too long. I have been slipping in and out of consciousness the entire journey, and each time I open my eyes, I can’t make out much. My vision is blurry, and, coupled with the moving car, I just haven't been able to make sense of my surroundings. But I hear everything. It sounds mostly distant, like they are miles away from me and not in the same car, but I do hear everything. And it has become clear to me that even Adrian and Ben do not know who their boss is. Adrian recruited Ben directly so he has no direct contact with their boss at all. The situation is

Ronan’s POV It’s almost unreal. She is right here in my arms, cradled in my arms as she lies against my chest, her body limp, breathing shallow but steady with her head tucked beneath my chin. I keep running my hand up and down her arms, smoothing her hair and pressing kisses on her forehead, to make sure she is right here and I am actually holding her in my arms. I haven’t let her go, not once and I haven’t taken my eyes off her for longer than ten seconds. We are still on our way back home from the auction house. Maybe I should have sent for the jet, it certainly would have been faster, but she was already fast asleep before we could even wrap up the operations. As soon as we made sure Aria was safe with me, the police came in and raided the place. Adrian managed to escape. He was long gone before we could rescue Aria. My guess is, he spotted us the moment we stepped in and he fled immediately leaving his partner behind. He was arrested, and the lady of the auction house was

Aria’s POV “No, you are not staying here.” I try to put as much firmness as I can into that sentence, but, as usual, it has little to no effect on Ronan. “Don’t be ridiculous, baby.” He replies. I’m not being ridiculous, if anything, he is the ridiculous one. Two weeks. It’s been two weeks now. And this man has refused to go back to his normal way of life. You know, at first I thought it was cute, because he loves me so goddamn much and he is so worried about me that he was just trying to keep me safe and all that shit. But it’s been two weeks now. Two weeks since I got kidnapped and rescued. Two fucking weeks since I have been at home with him. The first week was blissful, I didn’t want to go out anyway, I had no wish to see anyone or do anything. I didn’t mind how much he cared for me. I didn’t mind how he was always smothering me with his attention and affection. I loved it. I loved it a little too much and I fear that if we continue like this, I might get addicted. Addicted