Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

It wasn’t hard to tell that by the evening of that day, every ruckus concerning the masked dancer and her post had been totally resolved.

Ellen decided to abandon her social media pages for almost eight hours without even checking the internet, so as not to react negatively against the fans who would keep stalking her page, while asking the numerous and suffocating questions that she could never answer.

Eva wasn’t even present on her seat as the CEO of the art gallery, when the reporters had flooded the place to ask questions about the post of the dancer.

None of them could dare step their foot close to the mansion of the Millers again, or even make a mess close to the main company where they knew Dalton would surely be. They just decided to choose the weak links that they could probably get answers to their curiosity from.

The beautiful last daughter of the Millers was in some place outside the country with random friends, who even had not clue about who she was and how influential her family were. While their mother had been on the edge all day, while receiving so many calls from her wealthy friends who wanted to invite her for a ball party.

Hard lessons were taught to those who had posted any hate comment about the Millers, as everyone of them were sued to their dismay by an internet prank gone wrong.

All media houses already had new topics to post and talk about, while reporters were already set in their jobs of looking for other exclusive news to publish. It was as though nothing had happened a few hours ago, with everyone going on with their usual life and not wanting to face wrath.

While Dalton was busy in a meeting at the company branch at New Orleans, Alex whose mind was just at rest the whole day could now sigh peacefully and organize his mind.

He had ordered from a nearby restaurant two boxes of chicken that he consumed by himself, when he suddenly remembered that one of his duties was to make sure that the boss’ wife was never doing anything that could harm their reputation.

“Shit!” He murmured under his breath which spiked up his blood level, as his right hand fumbled by his pocket side in search of his own personal phone. He immediately dialed a number that would surely ring in the mansion, to confirm if everything was going fine with everyone in the house.

“The family has been home while trying to keep low because of those filthy reporters. His wife? Hmnn, I think Mr. Miller’s wife hasn’t been home all day. Yes. She left home a few hours after the boss’s car drove out,” the person on the other side of the phone informed him, to the ditching of his peace down the pit.

Alex could never tell Dalton about that. He obviously knew that he was supposed to inform him about his wife’s absence from the mansion, but he could not go through another mental stress because he wasn’t able to keep up with two duties.

The best thing to do was to find her before Dalton was done with his meeting, and make sure she returned back to the house before he would find out.

‘No. You cannot mess up with Dalton in that manner, because he seems to be so interested in everything she does lately. If the CCTV cameras would not give him the exact details of what had happened, then she could even be the one to spill it herself to see what he would do about that.’

Thinking about both of them at that moment, made Alex realize that he was not able to figure out what was going on and what went wrong.

The fact that Aria would openly call upon trouble herself by infuriating Dalton with her words, and he would just ignore her and even bicker again which wasn’t like his normal self. He could not help but wonder what was going on with the billionaire, whose new parade with his disobedient wife seemed to be the trend.

‘Was his grandfather’s words to him really the reason?’

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Aria had returned home before evening after lunch with Collin, to continue painting the portrait that she was working on. As her right foot stepped on the first stair of the wing-shaped stairs, her mind wandered back to the conversation that she had with Collin hours ago. Guilt wasn’t even the right word for what she was feeling.

She had never really been a person to open up to people about her life or concerns, but considering it as an option would have probably done her better. When Dalton asked her about her life now and if she had any close relationship such as a life partner, she couldn’t utter the truth of being married to Miller Dalton because she wasn’t even proud of it.

Reminiscing everything they had talked about in her heart over and over made her feel like she had made a mistake, of not revealing the state of her marriage with Dalton and how hard it was to get a divorce. Collin was also wealthy and powerful too even if he was no match to Dalton, but she knew there would be a way of breaking free from the Millers if he would help her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

‘But still. How could she just spill something of such to someone she just met again for the first time, after three years had passed? It would probably be a wrong move to talk about something like that. It was her own personal problem, and she was willing to solve it alone.’

The huge bed that was well tucked in a white patterned cover dipped slightly, the moment Aria’s weightless body landed on it. She knew she had so many things to do and act upon regarding her life, but had decided to finish her painting before the end of the week with a procrastinating attitude.

She knew she could be seeking legal advice from lawyers on how to be free from Dalton’s grasp, but she was having a rethink of making sure to make sure they would become miserable before she would leave their lives for good.

It wasn’t even useful anyway to fight with Dalton legally, as becoming a laughing stock would be the least of what would happen. Getting him to divorce her himself was the best, or…… Perhaps, getting a personal contact with his grandfather. Mr. Mark Miller would be the best.

Aria changed into a lovely satin dress after she was done bathing and cleaning up, as she made her way down the stairs in an attempt to get something to eat. She could not trust the food the maids would serve to her anymore, so she decided to make pasta and shrimps this time since she was really good at making that.

The moment she was about to make her way into the kitchen, two maids who were working in the kitchen walked to the entrance immediately to obstruct her.

“I am sorry madam, but Miss. Ellen has said you should never step your foot into this kitchen any longer,” the first maid informed her, with an apologetic tone that showed her helplessness.

Her lips stiffened at first in response to what she had heard, as it slowly began to stretch into a derisive grin and suddenly erupted into a laughter. She could not imagine in what scenario a sister-in-law would give orders in the house, that the wife of the house could not even enter into her matrimonial kitchen.

The tension of trouble that was stirring could already be felt by the maids, who were cleaning the kitchen and were not able to focus on what they were doing. They knew something crazy was going to happen very soon.

“Oops!” Aria popped her lips forward with a brightened eye, as she gave the other maid who had not said anything a push to the back and out of her way.

The small-physique maid was caught unaware by what Dalton’s wife had done by pushing her, as elegant self made her way inside without uttering any word of answer to anyone.

They would have surely expected for her to retreat, immediately they told her the person that had given an order. But again, they knew that something had changed and power had switched hands.

Just as the pots and spoons that Aria had instructed the maids to bring down for her clanked of steel, she could certainly not mistake the cologne of the person who was coming closer to the kitchen direction.

Everyone in the house had their own particular strong scent of cologne, that could never be mistaken with the scent of another. Thinking about that, gave Aria a malicious thought in mind.

The footsteps were loud and crappy like the person who was approaching, as Aria noticed that the maids who were standing around her before, had moved to another position while pretending to work harder than before. They could not risk their jobs and peace by being seen, with the wife and everyone in the family all treated like trash by someone in the house. It was just a survival skill.

“I think it is finally time to set you bitch straight!” Ellen uttered in anger as she stepped into the kitchen space, and saw Aria who was busy with the pasta she was boiling in water.

She had cut her straight hair to her shoulder level, and even changed the color from black to pink. It was really weird looking at her in that new look, like it would change her outlook to fierceness.

“Are you gone deaf or blind just because my brother has refused to dispose of you?!” Ellen demanded in a fit of rage the moment she momentarily stormed towards Aria, and raised her right palm through the air to hit her hard on the face.

Aria, who knew the predictable action that was going to take place, decided to teach Ellen a lesson she would never forget in a hurry. She lifted the transparent pot lid of the boiling pasta and dropped it on the table, as she calculated in her head Ellen’s projectile hand move by moving a few steps to the back.

The moment Ellen’s hand flew through the air to hit her on the head, led her to bend her head instead below Ellen’s waist area. The hand which had lost control of its reflex moved faster before the owner’s mind, certainly went straight into the pot of boiling pasta which was still on fire.