Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

“Why do you look startled?” Dalton asked Aria immediately he entered the room and closed the door, as she dropped the call and put the phone on the table beside her.

“Nothing… Nothing,” Aria chuckled dryly and turned her face immediately from Dalton’s sight, but he moved closer to her and held her cheeks with his palms.

“Why do you look so pale? Who was that?” He asked with concern for her in his eyes, trying to steady her face which keep looking towards the floor to face him.

“I’m fine. Just under the weather and maybe PTSD. So many doors have been shut behind me and it is giving my some kind of creep and fear,” she told him, and he kissed her forehead gently to console her.

She was really stressed. Her mind was distressed, and it was really difficult to focus her mind. Her body was numb and weak by the news she received, and it was kind of hard to digest because her head had been in the wrong direction all along. She needed a distraction.

“We should go see the doctor, and the therapist too. You won’t say no this time around,” he kissed her cheeks slowly, as his lips tortuously trailed down the nape of her neck. It ignited a pleasant feeling all over her.

Her breath hitched when he lifted her chin up gently, and his burning eyes stared at her lips like he was dying to have a taste of them. The hairs on her body stood at the sound of his voice.

His hot breath was caressing her body gently stirring up what she had never felt before, as she could feel her head spin at the intense feeling that was burning through her and planning to explode. A slow moan escaped her slightly parted lips as she tilted her face slowly into his palm.

“You are going to have to see the doctor, right?” He teased her earlobe this time and his hands trailed along the line of her chest, as his mellifluous voice asked her yet again the question he wanted an answer to.

“Fine. We’ll go,” she responded with a tightly closed eyes that was lost in a sensual feeling, and with his right fingers working its way around her suddenly stopped what he was doing almost immediately.

“You seem to be enjoying this. You want to do more?” His magnetic voice asked her so seductively, and she wouldn’t just let him have his way in that manner.

“Get off me, Dalton. You crazy man,” Aria’s mood lightened up a bit enough to push Dalton off her, as she turned away from where he was standing. She was tired and stressed out of her mind.

“It is funny how obscene words from your mouth sounds so good to hear,” Dalton said in silent words, and watched her take her seat on the bed. He knew there was so many things wrong with her that she was not telling.

There was so much going on in her life that she really couldn’t handle, but she was not breathing out a word to him about it even if they had gotten more close. Maybe he could just seize the moment that she seemed collected and not pissed, to ask her about what happened exactly during the family picnic.

‘Could he? Should he? Should he tell her about the supposed manager that tried to kill her?’

“Aria,” he called out in a very pleasant way, and her eyes trailed to where he was standing to show him that she was listening attentively. She had no strength to say anything out loud.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” He asked her, as he began to walk closer to where she was sitting at.

The sudden question from him suddenly took her off guard, and she felt that the best thing she could do at that moment was to get up. Immediately she tried to stand up, he lowered himself directly in front of her. She wasn’t fast enough to sit up, and his strong arms immediately had her trapped.

“I am going to dress, Dalton. We do not need anymore games right now, do we?” She tried to change his mind into letting her go, and rolled her eyes to a random space in the room so as not to look at him.

Her brain was too tired. Her mind was disturbed. She wasn’t sane anymore, and yet she was just fine. It was crazy how her body would calm down because of Dalton’s touch, when it felt like her entire body had been thrown into fire.

“They said they caught the person that planned the attack. Apparently she confessed herself,” Dalton said instead, of the questions he was planning to ask her.

It was taking him quite an effort to be so patient over an issue, he needed to hear an answer to immediately. It was never something he would do as the usual Dalton Miller.

“And who is she?” Aria’s voice sounded so terrified and scared, as her entire body felt like it froze at her question. Her right hand was carefully wrapped in his, and get noticed the change. She had become pale too.

“Calm down Aria. You are fine now,” he tried to calm her down and assure her, but she was totally not in for that. She just wanted to hear who it was.

“Who was it Dalton?” She asked again.

“The manager of the art game. She confessed that she was obsessed with me, and hated to find out that you were my wife. Then she planned the entire thing to get rid of you. Alex just briefed the details, but he would get a full statement soon.”

“No. No,” Aria uttered in a mid-disorientated state, as she shook her head in disapproval of what he was saying. She stood up instantly since Dalton’s grip had become lax, and moved around like someone out of her mind.

“Why are you saying that? What is wrong?” Dalton asked in deep concern and worry seeing Aria in that livid state, as he tried to go after her to calm her down from what she was feeling. Thinking it was probably her numerous traumas that was kicking in, he feared in his heart that it might be too much for her to hear.

“You are getting it wrong. The cops are getting it wrong. She is not the one. She is giving a false statement!” Aria screamed out and stormed to dresser in a befuddled manner, like she was hallucinating and seeing things.

“What do you mean by she is not the one? She confessed and the cops are going to carry out an investigation. Do you know anything?” He asked her again.

“She is not the one. She is probably been compelled or forced to do this. She is not the one! Get her out right now.”

“Aria, calm down! Why are you trying to be difficult about this matter?” Dalton yelled in frustration, wondering what was going wrong with his wife in the manner that she was acting. It was really mind wrenching for him to watch.

“See? I said you wouldn’t believe me. You do trust me! You do not trust my words, Dalton!” She screamed at him in anger, and stormed towards the direction of the huge dressing room.

“Where are you going? Don’t you think we should settle this?!” Dalton demanded.

“Don’t follow me! Do not!” Aria warned him as she gasped and panted heavily. She entered into the dressing room immediately, slammed the glass door behind her and put a lock on it.

She fell to the ground and cried so much in pain, without letting out the sounds of her sobs. Dalton was knocking hard on the door and telling her to open it, but she didn’t listen and just laid still.

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Things were cool around the mansion towards noon and everyone were carrying their own business, until they heard the fire alarm ring so loudly which out everyone in the state of agitation. From where they all were on each floors and corners, they all ran out so haphazardly like they were under hot pursuit.

The person who had done such and caused commotion amongst everyone, made her way to the other side of the stairs from her own room. She stood in front of the first room and pushed it open, which was no doubt Ellen’s room with the glaring portraits and arrangement.

She entered into the room and rummaged through every possible places that could be a hiding spot for things, from the room to dressing room and other parts in the room. The estimated amount of time she had to use in each person’s room was seven minutes, before they would get things sorted outside and let everyone enter inside.

All Aria could find were dumb informations about Ellen that were not useful, which made her frustrated as she moved into Emma’s room immediately. She went straight to the dressing room and searched the same way that she had done in Ellen’s room. From places she usually hid things in her whole room, she used the same search tactics too.

Suddenly, she heard the door open before she could come out, she came face to face with Emma who was shocked to find Aria in her room. The youngest daughter discovered that her brother’s wife was no yet out even with the ruckus, and ran back inside to get her before the others even realized.

However, she noticed when Aria came out of Ellen’s room from where she stood before trying to divert to Dalton’s lounge. She followed her and watched her enter her own room too, before she followed her inside to know what she could be up to.

“What are you doing?” Emma asked in bewilderment, watching Aria gaze at her with no ounce of guilt or fear that she was caught.

“You are MAS!” Aria accused with a devilish smile, and Emma was shocked.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.