Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Mrs. Miller Eleanor was absolutely taken aback by what Aria was saying, and would not have expected her to say something of such to everyone present. It was even so unbelievable for such to ever happen, especially with someone who strongly despised her presence in his home.

It was a disputable fact that everyone knew.

Even so, she was in more shock about how Aria challenged her everyone’s sight, and even mocked her orders by daring to go against her orders.

Never would she have expected such to ever happen in a lifetime, or for the remaining months that she would get to spend in their home before they threw her out. The shock of Aria’s new behavior and sudden boldness to mess with everyone, made her numb to action and thoughts of what to say or do.

“My dear Dalton!” Aria suddenly called as she saw him approach, and scurried playfully to where he stood as she grabbed his right arm and crossed her into his.

She acted in an endearing manner towards him, as she rested her head softly on his left shoulder to his own surprise.

Her actions made the servants gasp in wonder, and even Ellen who was already glad that her mother would make Aria suffer was baffled. Alex was left in perplexity watching Aria crawl unto Dalton’s nerves, with his heart leaping with secret happiness of what he could watch in his time with the Millers. His wife had made him totally dumb struck.

Emma, who stood at the other side of the stairs, was intrigued by her brother’s wife’s actions, as it seemed to catch her interest while watching the dramatic scene.

Not only was she rude and defiling, but obscene words also flowed out of her lips so easily to anyone who deserved it.

The maids had thoughts in their mind that Aria needed to get a mental check, else she would be the end of them who would be victims of transferred aggression. Still, they could not understand why she was still being left unharmed, even by the menacing boss himself whom no one dared to mess with.

Trying to recollect when her crazy change began, was the week they had come back from a family trip that Mr. Miller Mark had made the entire family go on. Dalton forcefully spent just a night on the vacation trip, and left the next day for a business trip in another country entirely.

He was not so keen on that kind of setting which he believed was a waste of time, when one could be making the best of their fun time and multiplying their fortune by three folds.

Being oblivious to the life threatening incident that occurred at the vacation, he couldn’t care much less for his wife whom his family treated like trash.

Dalton could not think of what to do at that moment, that the only thing he sensed was the whiff of her mesmerizing sweet savory scent. His eyes trailed to the curled tendrils that laid by the side of her face, and was neatly connected to her ponytail tied hair.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

‘Had he ever noticed her hair was that thick? Or that her eyelashes were that long?’

He had rarely been that close to her on a personal studying level, to even know what she smelled like or how the side view of her face looked. Her eye lashes flickered amusingly as she talked and gestured, that so many blank thoughts waded through his mind at that moment.

He knew deep down that he was getting interested in knowing everything that she had been, was up, and unknown things that she could be planning.

He wondered if his concern was out of precaution of what she might spontaneously do, since she seemed to have gone out of control these days without any constant direction, or if it was pure curiosity that had begun to center on her.

“Thank you mummy, for your leniency today. I will never forget this grace. Dalton, I would see you later,” Aria smiled so cutely to him and blew an air kiss, to everyone’s further bewilderment.

She strutted down the stairs with her loud heels matching smoothly against the floor, as she could feel everyone’s eyes trailing behind her as she walked. Feeling so proud of herself, she went straight to the underground parking lot where she was about to claim her possession back.

Even if she had been presented with a Bentley by Mr. Mark Miller after her wedding with Dalton, the car had remained newly parked amongst many others for many months.

There were just too many cars in the lot, that were mostly for display since no one used them so often. She told the parking lot manager to fuel the car and run a test on it, while she waltzed away from the sight of the cameras in the lot, to swallow a handful of pills that were from the container inside her bag.

Aria zoomed away from the mansion after the car was functioning perfectly, as she drove so fast like she was in a fast and furious race. She wished she could still see the stupid and dumb looks they would have on their faces, when she had acted so unexpectedly in that way. Especially to Dalton.

She also loved the feeling of driving down the road away from the choking mansion that held so many pains and anger attached to her marriage.

‘Who knew happiness could come from leaving your own abode for peace?’

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The old lady’s face brightened up in mild surprise, when she saw who had entered the office after they knocked. She couldn’t hide her smile as she stood up immediately to welcome her guest, whom she would have never thought she would have seen anytime soon, as it had been a very long time.

“Welcome, child,” she urged excitedly, pulling out the upholstery chair for her to sit, “The children missed and asked about you everytime. It was hard to keep persuading them you would come soon. How have you been?”

“Life has been a rollercoaster. Seeing much worse than I had ever expected to happen. It takes a crazy turn!”

“Is it anything you want to talk about? Are you okay?” The nun asked with some much concern scribbled evidently on her face, knowing fully well that she would definitely not get an answer to her questions.

The two talked for hours and toured round the big building to see the new infrastructures, and how nicely it had developed over the years by good samaritans. There were so many children playing and running around the huge field, forgetting the pains they really could never hold on to.

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Aria had swerved her car into the underground lot of the high class shopping mall, as she made an entrance into the huge building that screamed wealth.

From session to session she waltzed around, checking out everything she had in mind to purchase. The first step was to change the arrangement and combination of tacky plain clothes that had been placed in her dressing room.

She bought from row to row, top notch designer clothes and accessories ranging from luxurious low cut dresses, coats, shirts and pants to bags, shoes and pearled jewelries.

She got her hair done to a perfect styling that made her look like a model from a magazine, and also got her hand and toes nails done to match.

From another session for beauty, she bought expensive body and facial skin care, cologne that matched her taste, cosmetics products of the highest quality, and so many needs that kept occurring as she moved around.

After the end of buying everything she needed, Aria had her goods taken to her car as she began to think of the next place to go.

‘Maybe she’d purchase a building with the black card she had stolen earlier that morning, or even buy a mall and have everything she was all to herself. What about acquiring a huge gym for herself, that she would probably call RIA GYM without anyone getting to find out?’

They were all funny thoughts that kept popping in her head to make her chuckle, as the thought of acquiring everything she wanted in a few switches was so good to know. Her body soon felt sore from stressing out, as she stretched times without number in the car, after she shut the door by the driver’s seat.

‘Just the perfect idea,’ she thought, and got her phone to make reservations for an afternoon spa treatment.

She was going to make sure to eat her fill in at a five star restaurant before the time for her massage, where no one would condemn the way she ate, or complain that her breaths were too loud. It would just be her alone in her own personal world, where no one cared enough to watch with maliciousness.

‘And just wait till the time she is ready for the Millers.’