Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria’s room.

Miller’s mansion.

From her sleep, she could hear the sound of the ringing bell from outside rebound irritatingly in every corner of her room, as she frowned angrily and hissed so much about the noise grated on her.

It was not enough that it took so long before she could stop being restless on her bed till midnight, but someone just had to come to interrupt her peaceful sleep in the morning.

As her body twisted straight into bone cracking stretches, Aria’s eye lids remained so heavy to open with her brain, which was still numb to her sleep.

Like it was the alcohol that was still left unused in her body system working, she could hear something whisper to her ear, things she didn’t want to hear. “You are going for a mental check.”

She was unsure of why that particular sentence kept recurring in her mind, which was still not awake. But she really wanted to smash the person, who wouldn’t stop ringing on the doorbell against the wall.

Like the person heard her wishes to do something brutal to them, the doorbell stopped ringing which put relief into her body immediately.

Aria’s head suddenly sprang up from the bed momentarily like a lizard, as she gasped softly when she finally remembered what the day was about.

To be sure that her eye cloudiness was not messing up with her brain, Aria’s eyes darted to the huge clock that hung on the wall in an adjacent corner to her direction, and it wrote 8:45 in big black letters which made her gasp more again.

It was then that she realized that Dalton was really serious, about the mental test he had talked about two days ago. She could not help but sigh angrily, knowing that it was because of her revolting behavior lately. She couldn’t care less.

“The Millers cannot accept that it is the end of the game for them, and are trying to check my attitude medically. Such despicable clowns!” She hissed with a sneer across her lips, as she climbed down drowsily from her bed and made her way into the bathroom.

It was certainly not possible for her to spare even the shortest hours of her time for a health check, because she had to meet the private investigator, who was going to explain some disturbing parts of some videos that he found to her.

Knowing that Dalton had his men trail her around, she was still willing to take the risk to meet one-on-one with the busy person, who had only that morning to spare.

Aria’s body dripped of water as she made her way out of the bathroom, with only a white towel wrapped around her wet hair, as she walked back and forth past the huge dresser mirror a few feet away from her bed.

As she looked at her white, curvy and shimmering body through the reflective object, her face suddenly twisted into a frown as her eyes traced to every corner of the room in a few seconds.

‘What if that son of a witch had cameras in the room, that had been watching her since she changed rooms? He is capable and could really do it. Oh dear, you have been so unguarded!’ Aria scolded herself in her head, as she moved quickly towards her bed and picked the lighting lamp on the fancy stool beside it.

She checked the insides and outside of both lamps to be sure nothing was there, and dropped it on her bed, as she dragged the lamp stool to where the chandelier in the room hung from.

Climbing on the sturdy stool for support, Aria stood on her toes to extend her arms better to a better view of the chandelier light extensions.

Her eyes looked from right to left as she checked to see if nothing was also not there, as her toes trembled and struggled to stabilize on the stool. Trying to check every inch of the complex three tier chandelier, Aria leaned in for more support as her body exceedingly flung to the front.

Her hand instinctively grabbed the chandelier to pull her body back to position, which caused the stool to pull away from her legs and fall to the floor.

At the scene was a beautiful nude lady with sexy curves and smooth body, dangling from the chandelier with her hands holding onto it desperately. Screaming for help wasn’t even an option for her.

And there, the danger that was about to invoke itself, made the chandelier begin to loose from its hinges, as it descended slowly with Aria trying not to shout or panic. Things got tensed up in her entirety, when the part that she grabbed was already beginning to slip out her sloppy and wet hands.

‘Dear lord. I cannot die before making these idiots pay for what they did,’ she prayed.

Gbam!!!!

Arya’s body plunged against the hard floor with a loud thud, and a crack around somewhere in her body followed next. She let out a painful yell with her body sprawled on the cold floor, while her entirety shuddered at the intensity of what happened in response to her adrenaline.

In less than five minutes while nursing her pain, there was a rapid knock on the door this time instead of the bell.

“Mrs. Miller! Is everything okay?” The voice which Aria recognized as that of Alex’s, called out to her but she was unable to open her mouth to release words, talk more of replying to his question. It was as though the fall took every of her reasoning away.

“Mrs. Miller!” He called again, “Please can you open the door…” Alex bowed immediately, when he sensed who was approaching the front of the door where he stood.

“Aria, open the door now!” Dalton ordered immediately. The hit sound was loud enough for him to hear from his room even if it was sound proofed, since the wall barricade that divided both rooms was not constructed in that manner.

‘Oh my goodness. Is that not Dalton?’ Aria’s body almost jerked up immediately in realization of who was at the door, which brought her to the further painful twisting of her broken arm, as she gently relaxed her body again without protest.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As difficult as it was to stand up even from that spot, she knew she had just a few minutes to get up from her position and put on clothes. Else, her rude and arrogant jerky husband would not waste time to force his way in.

‘Speaking of forcing ways in, she had to retrieve the extra keys to her room from him. He could not just infringe her rights and withhold her privacy however he liked.’

“Open the door, Aria,” Dalton instructed loudly again from outside the door, which almost made Aria cuss at him in disbelief.

‘Was he so concerned about getting her the tests done that he had to come get her by himself? That does not matter now. You need to get up. Get up and put something on……..’

Slowly, there was a twisting sound around the keyhole to the door, and the twin door suddenly sprang open in the center as the king himself entered inside. He strode into the room and shut the door behind him, as he walked straight to the bed space.

And there was Aria standing with a broken arm that was badly bruised and hurting badly, in a free black satin dress that she wore to sleep which had a lace inserted into the both sides of it.

“Was I not talking to you?!” Dalton thundered as he made his way closer just to pick an early morning fight, as he caught a glimpse of her right hand trying to balance the armless sleeve of her dress on her left shoulder.

Luckily, his hand grabbed her right arm and turned her body to face him, which also caused a strain for her twisted left arm and an immense pain to her.

Unable to see the hurt that he had inflicted on her, his eyes could only catch an espy of the perkiness of her rock hard brown tissue, that was on a mold of round and succulent flesh which had not fitted into the dress properly.

Dalton’s mind and head immediately became blinded by what he had just seen, as Aria hissed in pain and turned away from him with her arm. His entire body seemed to respond so much to the tempting scene he had just behold, like he had not seen a number of naked females in his life.

His heart became kind of racy and constricted to proper breathing, knowing that there was a slight movement in-between his legs. And as the image played again and again in his head, his bulge became more prominent as he struggled to keep himself in place.

‘What the fuck was she doing to him?’ He groaned inwardly. ‘When did he suddenly become so responsive to a woman’s body?’

Dalton made his way into where he had watched Aria enter in an unaware manner, and gently pushed her back against one of the huge racks in the dressing room.

He was trying to fight the urge not to press his lips against hers as he stared at her clueless face, while her brain was trying to process the shock that had traveled through every aching part of her body. It was as though someone sprinkled raw pepper on her wound.

“What is it that you are doing to me, Aria?” He asked huskily, pressing his forehead against hers with her eyes which were closed tightly. He could see the bare white skin of her hips, through the transparent lacy material at the sides of her cloth.

She was trying hard to swallow every tear that pooled behind her eyelids for her pain, while he inhaled every sweet scent of berries that seeped around her beautiful self.

It was so difficult for her to shout at him and tell him that holding her really hurt, while he was fighting the urge not to do things to her hot body that kept invading his mind.

His hand was pressing softly against her soft lips, and it was really, really tempting even though she had warned him not to ever kiss her. But does he ever listen to instructions?