Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria sat on her bed all afternoon searching frantically for the social media page of the masked dancer, who was rumoured to have started dancing again after opening a new page. No one knew who the lady was or if she was the one from before, because there was a change in outfit and dancing styles too.

It had become a topic issue among netizens and YouTubers, who were looking for all means to connect the present person to the past one. They had tried to pick out coincidences that could make the new dancer the same as the old, but they could not find anything out which eventually died up the comments and speculations.

She had to be fast concerning every finding she wanted to know, because it seemed like Dalton was on her radar already trying to look into what she was up to. He was suspecting every of her moves and doings, by asking her random questions that she could never tell the truth to.

‘Could he actually be the one plotting all of that and just trying to make her life a living hell?’ her mind tried to consider other options, but her heart killed against the idea immediately.

Even if she knew that Dalton was ruthless and really dangerous, he could never threaten her life in such petty manners.

Just as she continued to map out every of her plans and suspicions on the board in her dressing room, her mind flashed back to the videos that she had watched again and again and the idea that occurred to her.

In every of the videos that she was the target of someone at any Miller personal party, Dalton was always never present in the gathering whenever it would happen, and only arrived whenever something wrong had taken place. Though that did not seem like anything serious to really worry about, it caught Aria’s mind stubbornly and stuck a part of her brain.

‘Why would she begin to suspect Dalton in any way? There were high chances that it could all be a coincidence’

Just as Aria moved to her bed to get the laptop to watch the videos again, a knock came on her door which caught her attention. Walking to the door she pushed it open while trying not to be really grouchy about it, and her eyes caught the view of the person that was standing before the door. It was the billionaire’s dear loyal assistant, in whose presence changed Aria’s mood instantly.

“Mr. Miller asked me to tell you to get ready for an event. It will be by eleven,” Alex informed her curtly and turned to go so as to avoid transfer of aggression, but Aria who was pissed by what Dalton was trying to do halted him on his step with another word.

“Tell him I have no time for that. He should get busy instead, and send the divorce papers faster,” Aria answered, and turned to go back into her room.

“He said that Anna is involved,” Alex further pushed with the next statement and Aria freezed. She really hated that Dalton was always using Anna to threaten her. She realized at that point, that she had better got her plans moving faster.

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“I thought this was about Anna and also an event,” Aria’s eyes lit up in irritation as it meandered around where they were, the moment she saw the waiters at the private outdoor restaurant they were sitting at.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and she hated that she had to spend a few of her hours outside the nice weather with Dalton. All because he knew that she really cared about the young child.

“Yes, It is partially about Anna. Heard she finally got the surgery and it was successful,” Dalton said, his hand grabbing the glass of water that was on the table.

He had so many things to say to her, that he couldn’t even imagine that he had to go the extra mile of reserving a place for both of them to talk. She was too stubborn, and he didn’t understand how she managed to hide it for years. It made him conclude that someone who could have disguised so much and deceived everyone with her attitude, could do things that were beyond their comprehension.

“Any problems about that?” Aria intentionally pushed the question to him, knowing well that she had used the funds from the black card to pay for everything. She kept mulling about why he was still not doing anything about the card.

“I got your DNA tests done. Both of you,” Dalton declared, as he picked up the huge brown envelope that had been laying on the table, right from when they sat down. He passed it to her and she frowned.

“And what does that have to do with me? Your trust issues got the best of you, and you had to confirm if I was the real mother of the girl I really dote on right? And did you find anything to quench your thirst of curiosity?” Aria scowled at him with her eyes and words, and she refused to take the papers from him. She wondered why he was telling her, when he definitely found nothing.

“Why do you care so much about someone you do not even relate with?”

“Because, I am better than you in every way. Your money is of no use, if you cannot sincerely give it out to those that need it,” she repeated again, the same words she had spoken to him days ago. He decided to ignore it.

“You are hiding so many things. What have you been up to these days?” Dalton inquired, genuinely curious about her. He knew something was bothering her, but could not pinpoint what. And it was hard to find out, because his assistant was useless in that aspect.

“And when did you start getting so concerned about things that I am doing? Is this your new strategy, since you couldn’t get anything on me?” Her voice was really irritated by his actions, and she really wished she had the ability to ignore every one of his words. He just knew how to frustrate her guts.

“What really happened between you and Damien?!” He increased his intensity of talking and manner of asking, because he could not keep up with being the cool and gentle guy anymore. She also knew how to really get him angry in minutes.

“And would you believe it if I told you that someone was trying to get me killed?” Aria loosely threw the bait at him, knowing that he would find it hard to believe her or better still shun her.

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I meant that you should stay out of anything that concerns me, like you have always done. It is not too much to ask.”

“And what if I do care, now?” He persisted, probably portraying his honest feelings in the way he could.

He really detested how he kept going back and forth in his decisions especially when it came to Aria, but he confirmed something in his heart that he was sure about.

She was being so constantly rude and annoying which was somewhat understandable from another person’s point of view, because of everything she had to go through. She also wanted to divorce him at all cost even before the marriage could end, and was making it hard for everyone so that they would end up pushing her away. He knew it was a plan from her end, which he wasn’t going to give a chance for it to succeed.

If the day for their arranged marriage to come to an end came, and for the contract to also nullify, he would certainly want to end it because he would get everything finally from his grandfather and get rid of her. It was a perfect plan.

He knew that it was going to be a win-win so far she waited till the end. But then again, he would probably say no if they asked him about his plans to end the marriage. Something about her kept disturbing and giving him restlessness, that he needed to settle before he could let her go. And to find out, he had to be closer to her.

He couldn’t go any closer to find out too, because she was pushing him back in every way she could. And he hated that. It seemed like her hatred for him, was really deep enough to cloud the strong attractions and charms that he usually had on any other lady. She was totally immune to it.

“Then you better start getting your head straight from wherever it is diverting to. Your beautiful fiancee whom your family loves so much, is going to be back in the country today.” She informed him.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Towards evening that the two had gone their separate ways after Aria left first, she obviously didn’t bring her car with her, and pride made her refuse to follow Alex and Dalton in the car that came a few minutes after to pick them up. She called a chauffeur instead to come and pick her up, which drove her to the orphanage first to see Anna.

On her lonely walk back to the mansion after she returned in the evening, Aria brought out her phone to switch directly to the live session that would have begun at that time. It was of the masked dancer which was meant to start by 8:00pm, that Aria was always checking out really sternly to see if the lady would say anything about the Millers.

Even if everyone concluded that she was a new person just interested in the fame and were somewhat disinterested, Aria relentlessly watched every of her live videos in hope that she was the same person.

If she desperately needed to move fast in her investigations, then she had to contact the person who also knew about the past by any means. She wouldn’t even mind who the person was.

Just as she sauntered through the back door instead of the usual front door that led to the hallway of her former room, a message popped on her phone and it was someone that replied to the message she had sent a long time ago.

It wrote; I know who you are, Ps: MAS.

‘It was the dancer,’ her brain remembered immediately.