Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria’s eyes watched her videos that were sent to her through email over and over again, and they all seemed so similar to the ones that the private investigator had sent, except that it had a different background and setting.

If she were to look at the angles and compare them with a similar outlook even if it had all changed, it was no doubt that the videos were taken in the Miller mansion. As expected, they were videos taken by spy webcams that were secretly mounted in a few locations.

They were the videos that the dancer was finally able to send her, after a prolonged personal chat meeting between both of them. Curiosity of what was in the file and what the person had to offer overwhelmed her, more than who the person was or if it was a trap by the real perpetrator.

Aria knew she had to be curious about everything she was venturing into, but time was counting and there were limits to what her private investigator could find out about. The house was a fairly private one with at least thirty others living with them as workers, in which none of them could be sidelined as not being a suspect.

What seemed to bother her more was how this particular person, who was known as a female, got the videos that she had sent to her at first without demanding anything. Why the dancer had sent it too was another stress on her heart, and how she was able to keep getting away without getting caught by Dalton’s best IT professionals.

Another thing to ponder and worry about was how the lady knew who she was, how to contact her personally, and what she wanted to gain by helping her with finding her perpetrators.

The fact that the person had kept her identity so well without getting caught was something to commend, but who she really was ate up the billionaire’s wife’s mind in curiosity. Every single thinking, speculations and assumptions left her with so many hanging questions without answers.

While the other workers and even Amelia had left for the day and ended work, Aria remained behind to be able to sort out everything she needed to before returning home. It had become a game of dice and hide, because she and Dalton had forcefully become roommates.

[Do you know the person in question? Are this all you’ve got? ] Aria typed an email to the person, wondering why they had sent those videos to her. If MAS knew who the person that had almost caused her to die in the past was, then there is no need to show her a few pieces to the already complete puzzle.

The maid that was spotted spiking her drink in the video was definitely not living in the mansion anymore, so it was going to be difficult to figure out why she had done that or if she was sent by someone.

The other meaningful video caught pouring oil outside the kitchen floor, which was assigned to clean years ago by Eleanor, and she later ended up breaking her arm. It was all done by the same maid.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

As Aria sat in the cold and lonely office waiting so long for an email reply, she checked the time to see that the time was far spent. Her stomach was rumbling badly because she had left her lunch untouched, and her eyes had begun to ache because she had stared on one device for too long.

She picked up her cell phone that she had put on silent mode since the beginning of the day, to see so many missed calls from the phone number that stuck stubbornly to her head even if she hated it.

It was a good thing for her to know that he was out of the country for a brief meeting, else, he would have come with his proud self to the mall and act all bossy. For the fact that he had even done his worst by pulling out his shares from the company, she was never going to give him any more means to mess up with her.

“Jerk!” Aria let out an exasperated hiss, and stood up from behind the table that was initially tucked into. Her left hand grabbed the MacBook on the table and shut it down, as she arranged it into a portable bag alongside some other stuff.

Just as she picked her hand bag and walked to the door before switching off the lights to her office, Dalton’s call came in again and it made her frown. She knew he was probably so angry already because she was ignoring his calls, she decided to make him more pissed by not replying to his call.

Instead, she texted that he whosoever he was, he should call or she would call the cops on him. With a malicious smug that tugged her bright red lips, she made her way into the elevator as her heels clanked loudly on the marbled floor of the luxurious mall.

It felt so surreal to know that she now owned the renowned shopping mall of the Millers, as one of the rewards of still being a wife in the household. The view from the top floor to the ground was so beautiful, that it gave her the urge to want to control the company as hers and grow it.

But she had so many things to do before that. Lots of findings and digging as well. And just as she thought of everything that had happened after her divorce with Dalton failed, she was somewhat thankful that he rejected the proposal to get divorced. Leaving in vain and mockery would have been the worst.

A shadow whoosed past Aria as she came out of the elevator that led to the parking lot, which made her turn behind compulsively to see who it was. The lights to the underground parking lot were bright and on, which emboldened her that nothing was up, and that she was just seeing wrongly.

As she sauntered to her car and looked for her car keys, she felt someone walking behind her as she turned immediately to see again. Slowly, her hand tried to pull open her car and enter immediately, but she pulled her heels carefully instead without turning. It was too evident that someone was behind her. Suddenly, the lights went off.

‘Right or left? Right leads back to the mall, while the left leads to the mall’s compound and the gate. Where should you turn to?’

And instantly like someone under a hot chase, Aria picked to her heels after dropping everything in her hand on the floor, without minding where she had felt the eerie feeling from. She ran backward to where she was coming from, so fast that the figure which was hiding behind took off after in surprise.

Calculating her moves and the time that the elevator would use to open and close if she pressed on it, it was possible for whosoever that was chasing after her to catch her without doubt. Taking the harder route, Aria took the stairs immediately and climbed hastily on it while she heard the elevator ding open.

As she ran quickly up the stairs in agitation and restlessness, she could hear some kind of faint call of her name so loudly. Thinking that she was hallucinating with the need for someone to call, she realized that the person following her didn’t take the elevator and was following after her instead.

Randomly and disorderly, she ran fast in accordance to the danger alert that shook through her body. That was when she was sure that she was hearing her name. The legs behind her were getting nearer and nearer, and she was getting tired and tired.

“Aria!” The voice resonated deeply so familiarly, and that gave her energy from nowhere to run faster.

Immediately she got to the fifth floor and increased her pace so fast, she ran outside the stairs exit into the farthest elevator on the floor. Pressing on the button, she saw the figure run across as she made her into the elevator and collapsed immediately the doors closed.

Upon getting to the first floor, which was the seventeenth floor, the door opened with her still collapsed to the floor and her eyes tightly closed. She was tired as she panted so much on the spot, without realizing that the door was opened already.

The moment she opened her eyes, it came in contact with the man she had desperately wished to see at that moment. Though she never usually thought of him on a good day except for random wicked things, but as she ran desperately, she wished he would be somewhere near.

She knew that he had travelled that morning to wherever, but she hoped that he would be in front of her to argue with her, rather than what she had to face alone in the huge building. And if wishes usually came true, then she was lucky to have hers answered at the last minute. A smile tugged her lips.

Her bruised feet gathered its strength and stood from where she was squatting, as he darted forward to catch her before she would fall again. He was terrified to see her in that state even if he was coming with anger initially, as she carried her in his arms in fear of what could have gone wrong with her.

“I am glad you are here,” he heard her mumble tiredly and weakly, and his heart which was craving for her attention skipped a beat.

‘You are finally knocked, Dalton.’