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Chapter 11: Uninvited

Author: Author Dinma
last update publish date: 2026-05-25 02:15:02

Aria slammed the door of her car and gripped the steering wheel, breathing hard. It had been three days since she told Ghost to fuck off. Three days of silence from him. She should have felt relieved. Instead, the quiet felt heavier than his messages ever did.

She had thrown herself into real life. Extra shifts at Velvet Hour. A long overdue gym session. Even agreeing to let Lena set her up on a blind date tonight.

The guy’s name was Marcus, the same one she had cancelled on weeks ago. Tall, easy smile, worked in marketing. Normal. Safe.

They met at a rooftop bar in Downtown LA. Marcus was charming enough. He made her laugh when he told stories about terrible client pitches. For the first time in weeks, Aria felt like she was breathing again.

Until her phone vibrated on the table.

Unknown number.

You look beautiful in that green dress. But you shouldn’t be here with him.

Aria froze mid-sip. She hadn’t posted anything tonight. No stories. No location tags. She slowly scanned the crowded rooftop. Dozens of people. Any one of them could be watching.

“You okay?” Marcus asked, noticing her face.

“Yeah. Just… work stuff.” She forced a smile and excused herself to the bathroom.

Another message came as she locked the stall.

He’s touching your arm too much. I don’t like it.

Her hands started shaking. She blocked the number immediately. When she returned to the table, Marcus had ordered another round of drinks.

Before she could sit down, her phone rang. Unknown number again.

She rejected the call.

It rang again.

On the third call, she answered angrily, stepping away from the table.

“Stop fucking calling me,” she hissed.

A calm, deep voice replied. “You told me to stay away. But you’re out there letting some mediocre man put his hands on you. That wasn’t part of the deal, Aria.”

Her blood turned to ice. It was Ghost. Real voice. Smooth. Controlled. Terrifyingly close.

“How did you get this number?” she whispered.

“I know a lot more than your number.” There was a pause. “Go home. Now.”

“I’m not your property,” she snapped, but her voice wavered.

“You became mine the moment you took my first tip. Leave the bar in the next ten minutes or I’ll make sure Marcus learns exactly what you do for money.”

The line went dead.

Aria stood frozen near the railing, heart pounding. When she looked back at the table, Marcus was checking his phone with a frown.

She walked back and made up an excuse about a family emergency. Marcus looked disappointed but offered to walk her to her car. She declined.

As she drove out of the parking garage, headlights appeared behind her. The same black SUV she had seen near her building before. It followed her for six blocks before turning off.

She got home, locked every door and window, and poured herself a strong drink. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

This wasn’t just online obsession anymore.

Ghost had her phone number.

He knew where she was in real time.

And he had no problem threatening her real life.

She opened OnlyFans with trembling fingers and typed one message.

Aria: If you ever contact me again outside of the platform, I’m done. Forever. I will delete my account before I let you ruin my life.

The message was read instantly.

No reply.

But thirty minutes later, a new notification appeared from a different high-paying subscriber — someone named “SilverFox88” who had been steadily tipping her for months.

You think Ghost is the only one watching you? Be careful who you trust, slut.

Aria’s stomach dropped.

She wasn’t just dealing with one obsessed man anymore.

Now there were two.

And she had no idea which one was more dangerous.

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