Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

The big four-tier chandelier that hung above her own seat space began to shudder, and a cacophony of clinks erupted in the air, wriggling like the sparkle. The drop was extremely loud and happened in about a minute, as loud screams broke into the room with panic of everyone.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Aria!!!!” Was probably the loudest they heard and the voice was really distinct, but no one cared, except for just their own safety alone.

Immediately two figures swerved so quickly closely to the other side from where the lighting fixture had dropped, the tiny glassy bulbs that attached to it scattered everywhere in the room. Alex thought his eyes would bulge, with what he had to experience in the moment.

‘What the heck just happened?’

It was evening already and time for dinner already, that Aria usually missed most of the time since now had her own free will. She either got her food from the kitchen as soon as the food was served, or prepared her own food herself to taste.

Weirdly that evening, she took a piece of meat from the refrigerator and placed it on the slab for seasoning. After she was done with oiling the meat and seasoning it, she placed it in the oven to heat into a fine texture. While waiting for it to be done, Aria sat alone at the dining table to eat a bowl of plain yogurt.

By the time the steak was done, she served it with some perilla leaves and made her way back to the dining room. She used the knife to cut the food into pieces and ate slower than she usually did, as she chewed on the food that she had been craving for long but was unable to eat.

By that time, the kitchen servants were already bringing the varieties of dishes on the menu for dinner to the table. They tried as much as possible to be cautious of the billionaire’s wife, who didn’t mind them and just continued to eat her food.

In their confused minds as they placed a plate in everyone’s table spot, they wondered if it would be offensive to her if they didn’t drop a plate before her when she was already eating. She did not even mind them at all.

The sisters who walked into the dining room first were a bit taken aback, to see their brother’s wife whom they had not seen eat with them in a long while. She didn’t mind them and just continued doing her own thing, terrified in her mind of the bug she had seen in her room about an ago.

That was the reason why she had to run out of her room and then sauntered to the kitchen, like she had intended to really eat in the dining room before. They could not understand her reason for her sudden attitude, but they couldn’t dare to ask her either. To make it a beautiful scene to witness, Hailey had joined them for dinner too.

None of them said anything as they just focused on the servants, or whatever it was that would not make them worry, that someone was also in the same space too with them. Emma now looked better than before, like she had not even suffered from a heartbreak, while Ellen even looked worse than her sister in terms of losing sleep. Only Aria knew why.

Eleanor, who could never let go of things easily without saying her mind, decided to start a conversation about the masked dancer as they ate. More than anyone in the house, she really suspected Aria even if she had no evidence. It was to make the conversation get to her and make her uncomfortable.

“It is very apparent that it is someone who knows how everything is being operated in this house or lives in, that is involved in that kind of blasphemous balderdash of that masked dancer. It is so frustrating to know that things had really been crazy lately, just for that piece of shit,” the aged woman said with so much disdain, like she knew exactly who it was and had to get to them indirectly.

“Always playing the savior games. It looks like someone paid her to do those things. There is nothing more scary than low-life skanks and gold diggers, who would do anything for dirty money. Family background really matters in everything,” Hailey, who knew that Eleanor was talking directly to Aria, made it more palpable that the person they were directing their blames at, was in the room too.

Ellen was now too reserved and more of a cautious person, who could not afford to make a contribution to discussions that didn’t matter. Anything that concerned getting on Aria’s nerves or crossing her part, she avoided it at all cost.

“I have no doubt that you are that disgusting masked witch that has been posting stuff about the Millers!” Hailey suddenly accused Aria as she pointed a finger at her, which made Eleanor surprised at her sudden boldness to challenge the person they were talking about in that manner. However, she loved it.

Aria, who knew where everything was probably going to lead to, did not say anything, as she wrapped the last pieces of her cut meat into the leaves and chewed on them. The familiar scent that swept its way into the mansion diverted her mind back to the man’s words, she had been trying not to think about it all day.

“You are the one bitch! Spill the truth you ugly, sadistic, monstrous, seductress,” Hailey stood up and screamed at Aria, as she picked the drum stick that was in the plate of chickens and threw it. Why she was angry was obviously another reason, which Ellen knew about since she was the one who did the consoling.

It missed where Aria was sitting at, but it caused her to stand up instantly at the point. If she ended up resulting to violence against Hailey’s actions, it would get really bad and sad for the high class pretty lady, because she would make sure she regretted her actions bitterly. In that process, the lights in the living room suddenly became brighter to the blaring of one’s eyes.

“Hailey. Careful!” Ellen cautioned her friend, and held her hand from picking the next drum stick that filled the glass plate. A peaceful dinner was the best thing in her own opinion.

And just like he always knew when to come to Aria’s aid, Dalton had entered the dining room after the loud ranting he had heard distracted him. However, he was not even facing anyone to ask what had caused madness in his house, as his gaze fell on Aria who had a derisive look on her face. His eyes got lost in her rosy lips for a few seconds.

The lights continued to increase its brightness and intensity as they all began to take note of what was happening, that there was suddenly a surge of electricity to cause too much brightness in the living room.

The next thing they heard next was a loud sound. Dalton, whose eyes were still on Aria, saw the incoming danger and ran to grab her immediately. There was a catastrophe in the room.

When everyone had regained themselves and ran to the farther side of the corner for safety, the scene they were witnessing with their eyes was too much to withhold.

Aria was carefully spooned in front of Dalton and they were on the floor, with his right hand wrapped around her body to protect her. They had landed on the left side of their body and it was painful, but Aria seemed to be so livid and startled by what had happened. She was still.

“Dalton!!!! Mr. Miller!!” All of them took turns in calling out his name after the deed was done, and a very expensive chandelier had succeeded in smashing against the floor which almost killed someone. He was more concerned about Aria, when they were still stiffened to their spot.

“Are you okay?” He asked her so softly with so much fear in his eyes for her, but she had shut down too deeply to even hear what he had asked her. She began to bleed from her nose.

Alex quickly ran close to check the situation and help the billionaire up, who was only bothered about carrying Aria up in his hands. The maids who had heard the noise and were shocked ran into the room from different angles, as they watched in shock the bad incident that had taken place.

But nothing was more astounding for them, than watching Aria wrapped carefully in her husband’s arms. They could not understand what had really even happened. Hailey wanted to lose her mind.

Everyone in the room, especially his family, thought, ‘We thought Dalton was a self-centered man who cared about himself first. Why would he put himself in danger to save Aria first?’

Dalton was still looking so manly and enthralling even after he survived a chandelier smash, as he turned with Aria safely wrapped in his hand to Alex. The assistant who received an important call amidst everything quickly, whispered another pressing issue into his ears.

“Mr. Mark Miller says he is on his way to the mansion now.”