Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

“I have made a reservation at the hotel suite sir. The meeting is taking place at the VIP floor, and the Arabian buyer too is on his way from the airport. We have about twenty minutes,” Alex reported to Dalton about the next schedule, whose eyes were studying intently the hologram display of how high his company stocks had gone in just a few days.

It was more satisfying to watch and enjoy, than any other thing that might matter to him.

Working so much and an increased number of traveling on flights for the past days, should have gotten him so weak and fatigued in his body. Yet to Alex’s surprise, he was looking so healthy that not even his handsome face showed the wrinkles of stress or any dullness.

But then again, he remembered that Dalton had told him the last time after talking about Collin, that he should stop reporting anything that related to Aria to him anymore. He didn’t even want to hear her name in his ears.

It left Alex so astounded, that things between both of them had finally ended, even before it was going to fully start or end. He just concluded that once again, his boss had made sure never to leave any knot untied regardless of what it was.

Dalton knew and felt it. The truth. He knew that he was starting to become attached to something he shouldn’t, and it was bruising his ego in so many ways.

His heart was beginning to stir by her insignificant reflex actions, and he really hated the knowledge of it. To make it more unlikeable for him, she did not even care.

He just made the decision in his heart to ignore her strongly like they had once been, so that he would go back to how he was so indifferent about her existence in his house.

If unknowingly going closer to her was what suddenly made him so out of control, then he would just give her breathing space since she didn’t even acknowledge him anyways.

Burying his head into his work and business that was even already soaring so high was all he could do, and inspection of every office documents and files thoroughly to make sure there was no corruption going on in his business.

Under his watch, there was no one who could siphon slush funds and the company money secretly, without facing a wraith they could never handle in their lifetime.

Keeping himself busy with the thorough checking of every affairs of his companies that involved paperwork, he was so benched that he had no time to even think about anything at all.

He did the jobs himself instead of his assistant, and he thought that he had done well to be peaceful at heart and to be undisturbed.

‘Damn! Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder was right!’

There was no way she wasn’t invading his senses every night he laid down to sleep, and was not thinking about work for a short period. He could see her frowns, her scowls, and every scornful look she always gave him play in his head.

Memories of her sexy waist and hip lines rubbing against the see-through lace, and the lucid image of her tits that failed to wipe from his head.

She was beginning to affect him in ways he really didn’t like. It made him exposed and vulnerable. Never in his life had he felt like that for long.

But because of the lady he was meant to punish for messing with him, he was literally numb to actions and could not act oblivious anymore, like he had always done concerning the way his family treated her in the past.

Deep down he knew it was not because he wanted to keep her in check of his grandfather, but it was totally something different and out of the picture that was affecting him. He hated the thought of admitting it to anybody.

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“You want to get a divorce?” Collin asked Aria with great concern, as she continued to bite on the chicken that was placed before her. She didn’t mind being shameless in front of him.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ever since the day of the auction, Collin’s mind had not been at rest because he knew who the man who also wanted the painting was. It was never possible for anyone who was in the business of industries and companies, not to know who the legendary Dalton Miller was.

After the auction ended and he returned to his house without his assistant, Nate, he called him after a lot of pounding to run a check on every female that was ever seen around Dalton, even if he was rumored never to have dated any lady.

He was a twenty eight year man of great dignity, who had maximized his family’s wealth in a short period of time. He was every girl’s dream.

When Nate was to report back to him about what he found, the only information was that he was married to someone and no one really knew who she was or when the wedding was. That sort of put fear in his heart on hearing that, but he ditched the thoughts of it because he could never believe that Aria would be married.

However, the worry never left him. He knew that if by any chance Dalton was truly married, then the words that he didn’t love his wife would be true.

He desperately hoped it wouldn’t be her, with the supporting stance that a husband who loved his wife not, would never pay that much to buy her painting. Then he had other thoughts again.

‘What if she was just his side lady and not the real wife? No! She was never and would never be the type to do that,’ his mind opposed immediately.

Hearing Aria talk about divorce now to him, heightened the intense fear that was moving through every part of his body to numbness. He would probably not be able to handle it, if it was what he had been thinking right from the beginning.

“Yeah. Do you think you can help me with getting a divorce, even if the second party does not want to get divorce?” She asked him again.

“It has to be a consensual thing, I think. But there has to be another way, right?” Collin let out a dry chuckle before replying to her, as pain hit him in the wrong places that was hard to bear. She was married and it was a fact, but maybe getting a divorce was good news. At least to him.

“I would appreciate it if they are strong and committed people that can never be swayed by the power of Dalton Miller. Else, every hard work goes down the drain,” she finally let out the bombshell.

‘He was right. He was definitely right. She was married to Dalton Miller, the man he knew they would never get along the first time he saw him.

The man everyone feared so much and was immensely wealthy, that communicated authority by every single one of his words. A role model to so many upcoming business prospects. His dear friend had gotten married to him.

Just how did it happen? Where did they ever meet, to be tied up in such legal binding? Why did she want a divorce? And he had even noticed that she was finding it hard to use her other arm. Did he do that to her? Did he beat or hit her?’ Collin wanted to ask thousands of questions, but he was just too out of it to utter anything. He could not just understand how and why, things would get so messed up again. Like they were in circles.

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Dalton and his assistant arrived at the hotel that was picked for the business meeting at exactly noon, as the billionaire opened the door by himself alighted from the car as soon as the car halted.

It made Alex fear a bit in his heart that something was totally wrong with his boss, and it was too blank of an effort to even know what he was thinking.

‘Was he preparing to relieve him of his job soon? Where would he even get another better one if that was the case? Even if Dalton was cold, rude and harsh, it would never be easy to quit and get used to another job outside the Millers?’

As they both walked towards the beautiful entrance of the luxuriously constructed huge building with Alex ahead, his eyes went up to the extremely high towel of the hotel’s rooftop, where its name, which was derived from a man’s name and his only daughter, rested.

The golden crafted figures were calligraphed in the perfect way, that slightly ascended the order of the hotel’s name; VisQuib.