Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

“Mother, why are you watching that daughter of a bitch mess around, to the extent of having the maids gossiping around that you have lost your leash on her? What is happening to the great Mrs. Eleanor Miller that I know. That we know?” Ellen, who was sitting on the sofa that faced the one her mother was sitting on, asked her with a straight face.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

She was never the type to be with anyone in her family for over twenty minutes without any reasons, because she was always going through her social media pages and checking tabs on her new followers and fans.

The internet life had so much absorbed much of her life and time, that she didn’t know how to do more than that and to party too. If they were going to talk about the family social butterfly too, it was definitely Ellen.

It wasn’t just the typical day social butterfly that everyone knew, but she was the queen of clubs at night when no one would see her.

She was always dressed in costume whenever she stormed the clubs, so that no one would find out that it was she, who was doing the popular pole dance in skimpy and sexy lingeries.

No one should ever find out that she was high class Ellen Miller, that was messing around with people at night in clubs.

“Are you listening to what I am saying? Mother!” She asked again, already pissed that her mother seemed to be intentionally ignoring her.

If Eleanor’s orders in the house were put down and continually defied by Aria, then it meant that she would also have no definite ground in the house.

Her mother was like the main backbone behind her strength and ill-mannered attitude in the house, that acted as a catalyst by fueling her transferred aggression whenever it was anything related to Aria.

‘Why would she now choose to be calm all of a sudden, without even asking the maids to forcefully lock Aria up somewhere for their peace? She definitely could not understand what was going on in the house. Why was everyone calm?’

The old woman who was focused on the old telenovela that she was watching from the extremely huge flat screen on the wall, picked at intervals, the already cracked nuts that were in a bowl on the table beside her chair, into her mouth.

She wasn’t ready to give any answer to her daughter, who wouldn’t understand the tight position that she had been put in.

“Mother!!!!!”

“Can you just get to your own business Ellen, and stop being an irritation right here?!” She scolded harshly, to the surprise of her daughter who had not expected that at all. At least, as her most favorite and the mini her.

“You will get your answers from me, when you get answers from your brother asking him reasons why he has refused to divorce her. Reasons why he has refused to let go of that witch, even when she demanded for a divorce by herself.”

“That is probably because he does not want to be, the one, to break the contract,” Ellen uttered slowly, as she looked up to the ceiling while pondering about what her mother had just asked her about. She really never did much thinking anyways, so that had never been hers to think or worry about.

“Quit the speculations and try to know the facts! Now if my dear daughter would excuse me, I would like to take a nap,” she stated and stood up immediately.

Her long, blue, luxurious velvet dress was dragging behind her at the black net extension, as she made her way towards her bed which was at the other side of the large room.

It had an ornate headboard that was further enhanced with lavish draping, flanked by wall panels that included generous embellishments of several kinds.

Beside it was a gilded and ornamented auctioned nightstand, that held lambs that looked like mini versions of chandeliers of high quality. As splendid as her room looked in the beautiful sight of it, it was nothing as compared to the luxuriousness of Dalton’s room.

“And tell Hailey to come around and see me. This old lady has missed her,” she reminded Ellen, who was still dumbstruck by her mother’s actions.

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He watched her from where he stood without being noticed by her, because he had not worn his cologne that morning before he had left to find her.

Alex came back to tell him about thirty minutes after he left, that he had booked an appointment with a specialist who was also a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist told Alex that was ready to attend to them, at any point in time they would visit the high class hospital.

The Miller’s family status put them beyond every dignified order of things that other normal wealthy people, and most popular celebrities would have to wait for.

It was mostly for six star rated hotels, restaurants, hospitals and many more social institutions, who would let down their rules and principles for the Miller family even if they weren’t celebrities. Their own world surpassed all of that.

In Dalton’s normal self, he would have asked Alex to look for Aria when he came back to inform him that the car was ready to leave for work.

Instead, he decided to search for her himself when no one seemed to have seen her all day, which ended up with Alex telling him where he thinks she had gone when he checked the CCTV footage.

If he could recollect every event that occurred in the mansion well, the last time that someone has been to the mansion’s library was a few months ago, which was Emma.

She had taken some kind of online painting course with her friend who was keen to it, and ended up getting excess of the things that she needed for it to the library.

Emma lost interest in it after a few weeks of trials and failures, and just left everything she was trying to learn in the first place. The next week after she had scrapped every weird and ugly painting she drew, her next tour and vacation was at a new tourist attraction in Miami.

Since then, the maids assigned to the place just cleaned and spent hours arranging the numerous unread books in the place.

‘No one in the house had visited the library after time. So what was she doing in the library so suddenly, after she almost got everyone killed the previous day?’

All that he had in mind was to storm into the library in his usual impatient manner, and have his men whisk her into the car if she objected to a checkup that morning. The moment he climbed down the stairs he really hated and stepped his right foot into the room, it was as though the coolness of the space calmed his boiling nerves almost immediately.

His steps were so silent and soundless as he walked to the first shelf of books that was by the door, and moved closer to the doorway where the library really took its form.

He was absolutely surprised to see a different action being carried out, than the ones he had in mind that she would be doing. Reading a book was the first ultimate thought, or checking around for books that she wanted to read.

‘How would he have known that she could do better than that?’

Her back was facing the door in the direction at which the chair was placed, and the only thing he could see was an unfinished painting of someone. From the far distance that he watched her paint, he could not see the clear picture of what she was trying to communicate.

He instinctively remembered the words of his father when he was still very young, and always followed him to any art exhibition that he was invited to. “These paintings communicate what they want you to see, and it is left for you to decipher that yourself. They have feelings and many words to say.”

Even if he had enjoyed going to those exhibitions with his father who told him the meaning to each and every painting they saw, he could never go to an art gallery by himself even when he had grown older, with his father gone.

That was more like the reason why he didn’t want their family’s art gallery, as one of his own assets in the first place.

He did not even have the time to enjoy the weird stuff that wealthy people loved doing, like playing golf, attending piano or music recitals, or even attending the numerous ball parties that he was always invited to

Everything looked as being unserious and undignified to him, especially the show that wealthy people tried to put on, to make people fear and respect them.

Dalton Miller didn’t have to do much or say much, but his presence commanded fear and respect. His wealth ordered the power that he exuded.

His appearance made it so perfect, that one one would even dare. Yet in just a few weeks, a mere commoner of a wife, had dared to humiliate and make fun of his orders.

His touch on her that many females of high class would beg to have, repulsed her so much to the point of her puking. She dared to steal from him and act however she liked, by ignoring his orders and challenging him at every chance she got.

He had sworn to teach her a very terrible lesson that she would not forget in a hurry, but there he was standing by the door as silent as possible, so as not to disrupt her of what she was doing.

It was almost past nine in the morning and he was still in the mansion, when he should be in his office by that time while putting fear in the hearts of his workers. They were those that were working at head company due to their top-notch rated capabilities and skills, that surpassed by ten folds than any other company the Millers owned.

There was a business meeting by eleven that morning, which would require him to be in another city but he was still not fully dressed to leave his house.

He should be ordering the guards to just throw her out of his house if that was what he wanted, but he decided to watch her paint for a few minutes without uttering any rude word, that would have been a reflex because of his arrogance.

The worst of all that he did, which he would never have expected himself to do, was to secretly shift and hide his face quickly, when she sensed that someone was behind and looked to the back.

‘He had certainly lost it. He should definitely be the one to be checked in the head and not her.’