Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria had gotten home before dinner but skipped eating, while she took her time to arrange everything she had bought from the store.

It was an extra job for her because she had forgotten that her room was now up the stairs, as she had to move everything from the hallway where the maids had dropped them for her.

She shut and locked the door behind, the moment she moved in the last package bag, and immediately slumped on the huge bed as she heaved a sign of good relief.

The black bag she carried to the mall that was on the other side of the bed, caught her attention as she stretched her left hand to drag it over to her side. Her fingers zipped open the bag, and brought out the black card that she had used to purchase every single thing she bought.

Considering how the condition of her official bank accounts were like twenty four hours ago, she would have never had the opportunity to shop as much as she did, because even the credit cards that were given to her by Dalton’s grandfather, alongside hers, had been frozen on orders.

That was the first sign that determined that her life was going to be difficult, the third week she began living in the mansion.

The little show that she had put on beside Dalton earlier that morning, had given her a good joy the moment she had caught a glimpse of the black card in Dalton’s suit pocket. Tactically, while trying to act all cute with him in front of everyone, she had slipped her hand into his pocket and picked it into her bag.

Aria didn’t care about the consequence or what would happen afterwards, as ways to aggravate and defy him to defiance was all she began to seek.

She had even expected him to have his men bundle her back to the house, the moment he noticed something had gone wrong with the card. Definitely, she was still waiting for him to come unto her.

Feeling she needed a natural form of soothing, Aria made her way to the indoor pool that was at the third wing of the mansion. It was somewhere in the house she had also never really been, but only seen from a fair distance in the few times she was opportune to cross her boundaries.

Though indoor, the pool was built in such a manner that it acted like an extension from part of the main house, and was surrounded by glass and covered in a transparent shield. It was built in an atypical style that was beautifully aesthetic, and surely matched the luxurious feeling it seeped out.

Just as she climbed down the stairs on leaving her room in her black bathrobe, someone had made their way elegantly into the house like she was one of the members of the family.

.. And it was definitely someone she knew she really didn’t like seeing at all, for reasons she couldn’t understand even if she was meant to be her relieving way to marriage peace. Hailey McCarthy.

She had been one of the reasons, no, in fact the main reasons for Eleanor Miller’s heartlessness against her existence in the house. The fact that she was finally back in the country and would be a frequent face in the house, meant war between her and everyone that would try to trample on her.

It was going to be a fight of one against five, or maybe four because no matter what had ever happened in the house, Emma Miller had never done any bad to her before. The first two sisters all had their different ways of living, and visiting the mansion that had caused her harm in one way or the other.

Eva Miller the eldest child and daughter of the father rarely stayed at home, that she just silently abetted and aided the torture even if she was home. She ran the ML art gallery that belonged to the family as her own, and that was a responsibility resting on her shoulders.

Her face was always emotionless and she never really smiled like her brother, but she rarely raised her voice often for any unreasonable reason. Notwithstanding, she wasn’t really the liked type because of her creepiness and icy demeanor.

Ellen the second daughter never wasted any slightest opportunity to humiliate or degrade her, anytime there was anything that happened in the mansion. She was evidently her mother’s younger version that acted all good and selfless on the internet, but was the real thorn in the flesh in the house.

She was rude and so contemptible that even the maids really disliked her, especially that she always loitered around the mansion like a pest without anything to do. Her job as an influencer was more than enough for her, as she got paid from different companies and organizations for advertisements in huge bills.

Emma, who was most graceful in her doings, never spent much time around them despite being the youngest. She was either on a friend’s trip touring around, or learning any new skill that she took interest in again.

She never really had anything in particular that she was ever passionate about, and just lived as the lucky last child of an elite family.

The knowledge of Hailey being in the house didn’t really feel good with her, and in less than half an hour Aria was already on a car race out of the house. There was no reason to be in an environment that showed nothing but hostility for her existence.

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“Sir… I think, you should see this,”

Dalton’s eyes almost gouged out, when he saw the video Alex had displayed on his table for him to watch.

It was the one of Aria swimming in a large pool that was flocked around by guys in skimpy swimming shorts, all with bare open chest of rippling muscles. She was laughing so happily in the video like someone who had no one to look back to, which made Dalton almost lose his mind at what he was seeing.

“Get my phone right now!” He ordered Alex furiously, as he drove a balled fist into the table that he was sitting behind.

‘She had totally gone crazy. So because he had refused to divorce her, she had decided to act up and play around like someone who wasn’t married? She was married to a respectable home of high class people, but yet she sought to mess around with random people of no class!’

Aria, who was enjoying the soothed feeling of her body in the large body of water, was oblivious to the fact that her phone had rang so many times without a number where she put it. To make things even less believable, she had put her phone on voicemail since no one called her much anyways.

She felt more alive in a while as the humorous guys that were also in the pool with her, tried to gain the attention of the beautiful lady who seemed to just be in the mood for only jokes. If they had by chance known whom they were flirting with, the thought of it alone would have made their blood freeze.

Suddenly, the pool area that was filled with people a few minutes ago, almost emptied immediately leaving Aria and the three other guys unaware of what was happening. Some men with broad wide shoulders and extremely fit bodies with arms to the side, matched towards the pool and quickly whisked the three half naked men out of it.

The three men were protesting strongly against the way they were being handled, and demanded to know who the guards were to be treating them in such a manner. The guards made them kneel painfully in front of Dalton, who casted a wicked and condescending look at the men that were before him.

“Do you know the status of the lady whom you are flirting with?!” Dalton demanded, with a calm voice that sounded so

harmless like it wasn’t imposing a threat.

The first guy whose name was Raymond raised his eyes to meet who was talking to them, as he almost began to wet his pants at the thought of what could happen.

How would he have expected such a gorgeous and exciting being, to be someone who was acquainted with Dalton Miller enough for him to sound so angry?

He began to plead for his life, alongside the others who had caught on what was happening.

They were sure he wasn’t one of Miller’s daughters, and she could definitely not be a cousin or something. Could she be?….Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Aria was really concerned of what would happen to the guys, and began to blame herself painfully for including them in her own fun. She hoped Dalton would be lenient in whatever he was planning in his heart, because the look he was wearing on his face looked ruthless and merciless. It was a dangerous one.

She could not just understand why Dalton had been on her matter lately, while acting so dumb and irrational just because she had demanded for a divorce.

‘They were not even real couples to begin with, so why was he trailing her around and minding whoever she met with?’

The body guards carried the guys away abruptly and roughly, with Micheal who followed after them leaving only Dalton and Aria in the pool area. The place was dead silent with no one around, that one could probably hear the drop of a pin.

It was as if the silence intensified the

coldness of the water that she was still in.

She could suddenly feel the breeze that swirled cold air around, as it wallowed into the tiny pores of her skin, as it also settled in anxiety in her upper body that was an eyesight for Dalton to see.

Her mind was wondering what he was going to do to her, at the manner at which he gazed emotionlessly at her from where he stood. But, she worried more for those men.

Dalton was heartless.

Quickly, she leaped out of the cold pool and picked a soft and white towel from one of the chairs there, as she used it to wipe every dripping part of her body that aided the cold she was feeling. She turned and proceeded to tie the bathrobe that was next to her, while acting like she hadn’t even noticed his presence at all.

Without any expectations of what he did next, she felt his strong arms grip around her arm and turned her to him swiftly, as they faced one another on a close level that made her body cringe. She really seemed to hate his touch these days.

Dalton Miller was a man that did not have much interest in women generally, or even engaged in sexual intimacies with just anyone in a very long time. He lived more like a principled young man and followed his moral values, without bending them for whatever advancements women threw at him for their own desires.

He wasn’t intrigued by their moves and scheming skills to get to him, nor did he bat an eye to women of high family class of wealth.

They all wanted him and his power for themselves and did everything in their power to please him, but there was just one who had gotten through him in whatever means, and even dared mess up with him. With his mind, thinking and schedules!

Looking at Aria in a black bikini that clung tightly to every corner of her body, made Dalton’s blood race for a few seconds. He wondered why she had started to rouse desires in him, and speculated it could be the fact that he had never seen her in that way before.

Wet and dripping gusts of pool water that had drenched her body, and allowed the sexy state of her body visible.

The thought of those men lusting after her hot body, made his fist tighten in anger that he could feel his head spin. He hated that she messed with him and dared to go around, putting off her marital status and acting however she liked, without considering the family she was even married to.

Aria stared at him in a cold and unfriendly manner, as she felt so riled by everything that was happening. The fact that they would not give her peace and respect, and still monitor her life closely was disgusting. She couldn’t even breathe the way she wanted.

“Why do you dare me?” He asked in a strangely calm tone, that almost made her barf at the question he was asking.

‘Could having fun be regarded as being daring? Such a foolish question!’ she rolled her eyes.

“Dare you? Are you playing the role of a husband, to someone you are so much repulsed by, now?” She uttered sarcastically, and rolled her eyes at him again and again. The thought of everything he was doing and even the questions he was asking her, had started to really infuriate her.

‘Should she just poison everyone to death so they could all rest in peace?’

“A husband, hunh,” he cocked an eyebrow and suddenly smirked, as he pushed her so fast against the moderately heated wall that was nearest.

The closeness between them was so suffocating, and her body was sandwiched between the cold wall and the hot body of a man she really detested. In an attempt to push him to the back forcefully, he grabbed her both arms tightly and did the unexpected.

His warm hand crawled across her cold and pale skin, which he would have expected to ignite a tingling sensation in her. He brushed his lips slightly against the skin of her collar bone, and then trailed on it softly on the sensitive line of her neck.

Slowly, he pressed his lips against her earlobe, with his hot tongue teasing torturously a part of it. He couldn’t really figure out why he was doing that, but he seemed to be pissed that he had no effect on her.

His touch and move couldn’t be that ineffective right?

He was Dalton Miller and he was perfectly flawless in every of his doings, however, this tough skinned witch of his wife seemed to be proving stubborn. She didn’t even seem moved by what he was doing, that made him more keen to doing what he rarely did. Her body was so stiff like she had no blood flowing through her.

‘What lady would be like that? How would he have known all these years that even the wife he was married to, seemed not to respond to sensual touches the way others should. Damn it!’

His eyes further looked temptingly at her rosy lips with his thumb hovering around it, which was so unattractive because she seemed to hold a very big frown on her face for what he was doing. Not wanting to take it to the last stage, he couldn’t help but see how she would react if he did. And he did.

He took her lips into his so abruptly without any warning, that the shock was more than just an unexpected action.

It was beyond said words and immediate action for her, because she hated the feeling of him kissing her without permission!

‘How dare he?!’