Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Miller’s mansion

The next morning at the mansion was quite loud and rowdy, with every single one of the servants working at the Millers mansion standing outside. They were all taken unaware by the latest development, as to catch anyone in his/her most vulnerable state early from the bed

IT professionals had swarmed every nook and cranny of the building, and were thoroughly checking everywhere to see if there were any tech alterations anywhere in the buildings.

From their phone devices and every technology gadget that they owned, were submitted for thorough checks in connection to whatever links, it could have to anything that would get them kicked out or jailed. Their rooms were thoroughly searched and inspected, as they also checked for wiretapping devices.

The issue with the masked dancer had escalated overnight, after she mentioned the Millers family again at the ending minutes of her video. What broke the camel’s back was the fact that she exposed a paper, where there were signatures of one person at the end of it with a blank space for the other one. And it was the copy of divorce papers that Aria had sent Dalton.

It had changed the trending keywords overnight, of who Dalton’s wife really was and what exactly was going on in their marriage. The journalists that had visited the mansion to capture the news many weeks ago, were now so confused about what to write or believe from any side.

Though there were still doubts that the papers could be forged or that the information the lady was giving could be wrong, it got everyone perplexed as to who the person was, and why she was determined to ruin herself by talking about the Millers every single time.

She just kept on talking about the atrocities that the family had committed and the facade they were putting on, yet they had not seen the supposed wife before except those who had attended the exclusive party.

Media houses paused their publishing to avert any kind of boomerang effects, and just allowed the internet to blow the news out of proportion themselves. They could not allow Dalton’s wrath to get them out of business.

There were also forged IP addresses with fake accounts that were created by some spoiled and nasty elites, who were at Mark Miller’s anniversary and had secretly taken pictures of Aria which they posted. The pictures were not totally clear because the huge chandelier that Aria stood too close to, that ended up reflecting redundantly on the flashed pictures thereby blurring her face.

There were so many speculations of Dalton’s face that appeared beside her, and what the facial expression in his face could depict for his wife. They also finally figured out who was wearing, the only piece of gorgeous dress that so many elites had tried to purchase at it’s announcement.

#Billionaire wife wears a million dollar dress

#Love or facade

#Does his face show love or hate?

#Trendy

#A clear picture of her?

There were so many hashtags of different searches that circulated round that night, as they all made sure not to directly tag the Millers. And in those few spaces of hours too, everything had been blocked again before everyone got to see it.

Aria, who had fallen asleep as soon as she laid tiredly in her bed still in her outing dress, as she slept off and deep without having any idea that her news was all over the internet.

It was a fact that she was tipsy already when she was entering into the mansion the previous night, that as soon as she saw the message that popped her phone, she replied. In the course of waiting for a reply as she sat on her bed, she slept off with immediate effect through the long night.

Still having no idea the next morning when she woke up, Aria dressed in a designer two-piece sexy trouser and crop top of black colour. She wore a black matching heels from the numerous ones that were in the shoe rack, and straightened her hair with a stretcher in front of the mirror.

She quickly made an instant coffee for herself using the coffee maker in her room, and chugged in a handful of pills after drinking the coffee to alleviate every pain that she was feeling. And with nothing more to do or check, she stepped out of her room and made her way to the exit door that led to the underground lot. It was locked.

Aria wondered what was going on as she turned back from the door to check what was happening, when a man she noticed walking around in black suits with other men around the mansion approached her. Turns out they were going to confiscate her phone temporarily too, and were also going to search her room for any suspicious thing.

“Do you even realize who you are talking to?” Aria’s voice came out in exasperation, with shock of what they were going to do to her. Turned out it was only she who was subjected to such, amongst every other member of the family.

“I am sorry, ma’am. Regardless of who you are, it is the orders that have been given,” the firm young man in suit informed her again, in the same manner he had repeated over and over. It meant, no compromise.

Aria was led back to the stairs to open her room, as they also took the laptop that she was using which was on the dresser. After they checked everywhere in the standard way they could for everything, she threw her phone at them after shutting the door to her room and left immediately. She was really pissed, but glad that she had not left the USB drive in the laptop for them to take too.

It was the same thing everytime and it was glaring. They never treated her with respect, and also a part of the family. It was something she would keep struggling until she left their family. She knew it, and it was undisputable.

Aria had a light breakfast at her favorite place on the way to the orphanage home, and also bought so many bags filled with brownies and ice cream for the children at the orphanage.

While the other nuns shared it amongst the children who were so happy, the head nun took Aria aside to talk closely with her. Regardless of how tight-lipped she was about her personal life, she wanted to help her in any way she could. She could see that the beautiful, young lady was struggling with many things.

“Why do you keep coming to see these children so consistently? You are so well off, and we do not even see many of them so dedicated to this except for the public image. Is there a reason for that, my child ?” The nun who had really been so curious about the young lady, started the easiest part of the conversation with her.

“My mother grew up in this orphanage,” Aria answered.

“That is really iconic. Where is she now? I am sure that she would be so proud, to know that her daughter, is dedicating her heart to a place like her home,” the nun who had an impressed look on her face smiled brightly, still not letting go of Aria’s right hand that was warmly wrapped in hers.

“She is dead. Died in a fire accident that happened at our old house. Dad is too,” Aria shrugged at her reply with a nonchalant attitude, while the real emotions that she was feeling burned her heart in pain. Having to answer questions too about Hamilton, would be the worst moment of their talk.

She could remember that day vividly, and they kept playing in her head and appearing in her dreams. About three houses that linked with theirs that day burnt overnight, and her mother risked her life to save her so desperately.

Most of the scars she sustained during those times were still in her body, which she always took extra care to dabbed with an expensive scar concealer everytime. She hated the looks of the marks, and the scenes that plagued her dream. She was not able to get over them, even if she had forgotten how painful her mother’s death was.

“I am really sorry, my child. I am so sorry that happened to you,” the kind nun apologized for what happened, like she was the reason why everything had occurred in that manner. Aria’s lips just stretched to a smile. There was nothing more that she could do.

“Do you now have a family that you connect with well? At least to get rid of the sad memories of the past.”

Surprisingly for herself that she was willing to answer the old lady’s question, she continued to give her a reply, “I do not have a good family. My husband’s family hates me. My husband does not care. No one actually cares. I am getting a divorce soon too,” she shrugged again.

“Oh, dear child. Oh child. How could this happen?” The nun whose face was so sullen in pity wrapped her hand tighter in hers, like it would protect her from the so-called husband’s family.

“Have you tried communicating with your husband? Is there any way to fix that and prevent it from happening? The almighty wants people to solve their differences and not result in divorce,” the nun spoke to her in a low tone. She was really so sad that Aria had to go through so much, even after suffering from such trauma.

Aria just smiled without saying anything, because there was no way to even explain to the innocent woman that everything she was saying was probably impossible. There was absolutely no way to make her understand that everything that went on in their contract marriage was beyond her.

“Communication is the key,” she heard again, and she knew that it was probably not the key, when the two people involved could not even hold a simple conversation. When they didn’t love one another. When they could not see head-to-head. When they were not normal people that married out of will. It was really going to be hard to give it a try.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

And as she was still lost in the trance of imagining everything the nun was saying into real actions, a phone rang from the depths of the bag that was beside her. Quickly, she turned to her side where the bag was sitting, and pushed up the leather beneath the bag base where there was a burner phone.

The voice from the other side sounded, “There were visible movements of the fingers this morning.”