Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

Aria was fully dressed in the peach dress she had checked out earlier, as she came out of the dressing room looking so pretty and stunning. She wore the cologne of her taste from the numerous ones placed in front of the dresser, as she checked out her makeup once more to be sure she had done well.

Picking up one of the matching luxurious bags that was hung neatly in its rack at the dressing room, she came out of her room and elegantly walked past the large room corridor to the stairs intersection.

At that point exactly, she saw the one person who was enough to ruin her mood for that morning, trying to get ready for one of her live morning sessions.

“Probably another pest to deal with this morning,” Aria murmured under her breath, as she continued to walk towards the direction of the stairs with her heels clanking hard against the floor.

That distracted Ellen from what she was doing as she turned, to know who could be approaching from the opposite part with clanking shoes. Just when she realized who it was, shock was visibly written all over her face with her mouth that left agape.

First, she was impulsively stunned by Aria’s gorgeous and intimidating new look, and she also would have never expected to see her brother’s disgusting wife walking on the deluxe stairs.

She tried to regain herself from the surprise that could not conceal within her face, as she frowned immediately, on the getting of Aria to exactly where she was standing.

“What in the world am I seeing? Have you gone blind? How dare you stroll on these stairs, when it is glaring where your room is?!” Ellen spat.

Aria watched her in amusement as she clamored and ranted on top of her voice, while getting worked up over little issues that weren’t worth it.

If it was in the past, Ellen would have probably shoved her down the stairs immediately without any questions. She however seemed to be cautious of her now.

‘Even wealthy people look the same as mad people when throwing tantrums,’ Aria thought in her mind, which compelled out a taunting laughter from her throat, making Ellen even more raged.

“Have you lost it, you stupid cow?!” She demanded, “How dare you make such gest…..”

“I think you should be more concerned about your video. Ellen,” Aria cautioned and smirked derisively, looking at the red button flicker recording on the phone in Ellen’s hand.

She satisfactorily watched Ellen, instantly turned to check her phone and shrieked at the sight of the recording live video.

Comments were already popping on the phone screen screen, from her fans who were about what was happening and who she was talking to. There could have been only speculations that it was properly a maid she was being rude to, not until they heard a lady’s voice amidst the blind recording.

There was now more doubts and uproar on her page since the live video had ended, questioning her behavior to a person they were sure wasn’t a maid. It could never be a maid who would call her by her name.

Who was she talking to?

So, Ellen is a green snake.

Never knew she was this rude.

Spiteful brat!

So much for acting classy

Rich bitch!

Can it be her brother’s wife?

And many more others, were comments that were left on Ellen’s live video which came to an end abruptly. They all soon navigated to asking their further questions, under the lastest photo on her page.

“Arhh!!!, You bitch!” Ellen screamed and almost spluttered in rage at Aria, which brought attention from every direction from the mansion to where the noise was emanating from.

Almost immediately, the maids that were around that wing of the house were running forth so disorderly, in fear of what had happened that morning to cause so much ruckus and angry screams.

They were scared to hold Ellen back to calm as soon as they got there, because she always acted irrationally anytime she got worked up.

Whenever she was angry or something irritated her, she would throw things at them, hit them and even scatter everywhere sometimes, rendering all their cleaning efforts useless for the day.

Even Mrs. Eleanor Miller was not left out in the noise, as she strutted out from her room across the other side of the hallway to see what had happened. She could not believe the horrible way her daughter was looking, at the manner at which she was screaming angrily on the top of her voice.

Seeing her son’s wife standing at the scene too, had made up her mind without any doubt of who could have caused a problem.

“What is going on here?!” Her imperious voice demanded, as her disdainful look fell on Aria who was standing poised and remained so flinty-eyed.

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“The company’s control room has taken care of miss Ellen’s live video,” Alex informed no one in particular in the room, as they all seemed to be engrossed in what was about to happen.

He had come out to the scene and gotten a hearing of what happened, as he made sure that every video regarding the past was taken down immediately.

It was an already known norm and practice that the IT department would have taken care of everything, but Aria still had to answer the question of what had happened.

Ellen was still fuming in rage while trying to catch her breath of what had happened, while her mother could not help but feel so much bitterness for the person who had escalated the situation.

Mrs. Eleanor Miller, who had not tried to understand what happened or hear Aria’s side of the story, moved closer to hit her hard across the face as she quickly evaded it immediately. Her hand had missed Aria’s face by a few inches which almost made the aged woman stumble to the front, indicating how strongly she had wanted to slap Aria.

Everyone in the room had all expected it to happen soon, because it was nothing new for it to happen. They were however shocked that for the first time that they had ever witnessed Aria avoiding any punishment, that the woman was going to pass to her. They could finally realize that war was starting.

Ever since Aria had gotten to the mansion as a wife, Mrs. Eleanor Miller had hit her several times for any little mistake that was most not her fault. She sometimes made her do house chores and unnecessary jobs, and had her locked up in the basement for two days without light or food and only water.

She even had the heater in her isolated room removed too, and anything luxurious that was in the room of others. It was a terrible act.

The thought of what the woman had done made Aria’s heart hurt so much, that she superciliously gazed at the woman with so much hatred. Many thoughts began to run through her head: If leaving immediately was the best, or teaching Dalton’s spoiled and stupid sisters lessons of their lives. To never forget her name. Ever!

“Just.. just look at her rude demeanor. You stupid girl!” Mrs. Eleanor Miller stuttered in disbelief, “Take her to the confession room. Right now!” She commanded.

The confession room was a very large and empty room on the first block of the mansion, with a luxurious chair at the center which was only for Mrs. Miller. Aria would kneel in front of the aged lady who would be in a seating position, and have her answer to every of her supposed crimes.

It was always a very unpleasant experience for her, because punishment could never escape from such a place. She was either hit across the face by Mrs. Miller, or taken to be locked up in the basement straight through the night. Her life was miserable and painful, and there were many of their actions that broke her soul. Traumatized her.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The maids tried to hold Aria roughly by Mrs. Miller orders, as they had no choice but to do as instructed without any

compromise.

Like someone possessed, she jerked harshly from the maid by her right, sending the poor lady’s butt bone cracking at the hardness of the floor. The second one hit her left arm against the hard floor at the manner at which she hit the floor too. It was an eye shocking sight to withhold.

The rest of the maids were terrified to move closer to her.

‘What was happening?’

“Mrs. Eleanor Miller, I would count my supposed crimes, right at this spot! Missing dinner, asking to be fed what I want, slandered about releasing my divorce news, kissing my husband, denied the right to walk peacefully from my room, blamed for the live video scandal,” Aria counted chronologically, but no one wanted to hear what she had to say anymore. They were totally shocked by her before-statement.

‘Kissing her husband? Mr. Miller? Has Aria lost it?’

Though they could sense the sarcasm in her words, only one of what she had said had the attention of them all.

Just when she had uttered her statement, Dalton came out of his room dressed in a white tuxedo. His appearance exuded great power and illustriousness as came out of his room, and was just also in time to hear what Aria had claimed. He thought he had heard her wrongly.