Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

The past few days were a traumatic one for Aria, when she heard the name of the maid that had died. It was the young girl who was assigned to clean her room, who cared for her when she was unable to do anything by herself because of her broken arm.

Even after those times she was still so helpful, that it also got her wondering what the girl was thinking and why she was nice to her. She couldn’t understand why the girl had to die.

It was really quiet in the mansion and there was no one to ask about what happened after, or if there was any chance that the girl who was moved away in an ambulance could still be breathing. Alex, who could have had an idea about the entire situation, went on a business trip with Dalton that same day.

In the midst of the painful news that was enough to cause an emotional breakdown, Aria had to go to the hospital to stand by Anna who was going to receive a surgery. She had to drive the long way to the orphanage home to pick up the nun first, who also wanted to be present after the young girl would be rolled out of the theatre room.

“Will, I, die?” Anna’s tensed up voice asked so softly, with her back stretched to the surface of the hospital bed. She was fully dressed in the theatre clothes and a matching cap, with the assistant anesthesiologist and scrub nurse pushing the bed towards the operating room.

“You will not. Of course, you will be fine and healthy after this surgery,” Aria, who always tried hard not to show her emotions, let tears roll down freely from her eyes as a result of everything she had been going through. It was too much for her heart to bear any longer.

She had never really been so interested in Martha who was the one assigned to clean her room, but she enjoyed the presence of the pretty young lady who always showed her care, like they had known each other for ages even if she was the boss.

Sometimes, she would say something funny to cheer Aria up and make her mood better, anytime she noticed that she was in a foul mood if she was around her. The young billionaire wife often reminded her of her own mother, who had to suffer in the hands of her father before she fled without taking her daughter.

Hearing that Marthal had suddenly died, and that she wouldn’t see her face which always had a permanent smile anymore, put Aria in a state of disorientation from the right things she was meant to do for the day.

Coupled with Anna’s surgery, the ordeal she had to face for the past few days and the untold situations that were going on in her life. There was no one to turn to.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“You will be fine, my child,” the nun held Aria who was just hammered to a spot and could not move, as she guarded her back to the waiting chair and held her close to her shoulders.

The old man was so bothered because she had never had to see her in that kind of situation before, and that the strong lady never showed anything she was feeling no matter how hard it was. Her breaking point must have reached its maximum.

For the few days that Anna had to remain in the hospital to make a full recovery from surgery, Aria hired a caregiver for a few days to watch over the young girl. She was somewhat obliged to find out the cause of Martha’s fall and death, which happened after she suspected someone following her after the blackout.

‘Was it Martha that followed her? Did she hallucinate things and no one was actually following her? Did Martha miss her step and fall because of the blackout? Or because of her?’

It was difficult to access the CCTV footage because every control of it had been taken to Dalton’s room, and even if it wasn’t, getting any reasonable information would have been difficult. The cameras were going to be unable to record anything, because there was a sudden power shortage that had never happened in a long time.

When she tried to inquire what had happened from the power house by the technicians that handled that, they too were clueless about who had caused it. Apparently, someone cut the power box that generated the major power supply into the mansion.

It had been a roller coaster of events and mostly unpleasant incidents, that there was no way Aria would remain in her right mind. They were too much of coincidences to be normal and fine.

It was the third day after everything had happened with Aria looking so distressed, as she strode into the mansion towards evening after checking on Anna. She had not been able to sleep for days, was having terrible migraines which she tried to suppress with pain killers, and was really weak from shuffling so many things together.

Her phone notification rang in her bag as her hand stretched inside to check who sent a message, only to discover that it was the same person who had been sending her dumb messages ever since the party ended. She wondered how he got her phone number, because none of the family had ever called her phone before.

Her eyes rolled in disgust as she blocked the phone number again, which made it the third one that she had restricted from calling or texting her. He was getting on her nerves already, and she knew she couldn’t take it any longer.

Aria’s outfit which was a perfect shade of red jumpsuit looked so good on her, to complement the rosy red lipstick she ran across her lip for perfection. Her facial stress was pounded and nicely molded into a blending makeup foundation, that her back eyes were hard to point out under the gorgeous makeup.

For lunch, she had met up with Collin who offered at the last minute, in which she didn’t hesitate to go because she needed it. Collin always said nice things that made her feel okay and smiled warmly to her, which she needed at that moment to feel better, even if it was temporary.

She tried so hard to hide how exactly she was feeling within her. Her eyes were dizzy from not sleeping, and her brain was tired from not resting.

With the thought of going back to her old ways and getting wasted over a bottle of wine that night, she came face to face with the same man she argued with days ago, standing in the main living room as she entered inside.

He was looking even much better than ever in his black tuxedo, that she just shook her head pitifully and made to walk past him. His authoritative voice shot her back.

“Where are you coming from?!” Aria heard the voice irritate her from deep within her, because she was not ready to even listen to any disgusting talks from him. Not wanting to give him reasons to cause any trouble with her in a tired state, she gave him the answer she thought he well deserved.

“Had lunch with a friend. Does that please you?” Her voice was barely audible.

“That Collin Carson guy you keep calling a friend. Is it possible for opposite sexes to be just friends? Your answer, holds no iota of truth in it!” Dalton spat bitterly. There was never rest in his heart whenever it came to frustrating her, or demanding to get an answer to his never ending curiosity.

There was a little distraction with Alex just entering into the room through the door, and Emma too who came inside with her boyfriend Damon. The agreement between her and her mother had surprisingly worked out in regards to accepting Damon, and they both wanted to pay the mansion another visit based on Damon’s wishes.

His eyes caught the face of the lady who had humiliated him by slapping him so hard, and had also messed up their love in the past by marrying another man without informing him. She had succeeded in screwing him up big time in the past, but he would make sure she had no happy ending too in her so-called billionaire’s husband’s house.

Aria, who figured out that answering Dalton’s question was useless, turned to leave before any more people from the family came down to see whatever was going on. Suddenly, they all were taken aback by the next voice that spoke, to the shock of everyone that were present in the room.

“This person in this house that acts all bossy and rude, is not the real Aria Hamilton and I have proof,” his voice rang in everyone’s ears so audibly, and they were all surprised at what his claim was all about.