Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

No one seemed to notice the extreme hot and high tension that fell into the room, immediately Emma introduced Damon as her boyfriend right in Ellen’s presence. Maybe if fainting was something Ellen could do so easily, she would have landed with a great thud against the floor in shock.

As Emma smiled to every member of her family and introduced Damon before he could even say a word, his sweaty and trembling hands fumbled to search for his phone in his suit pocket.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Quickly, he typed in very fast letters to Ellen, before she would throw problems into everyone’s life that evening. Especially his own.

Seeing Dalton at a very close level in the same room helped him to realize better that he really wasn’t any man to mess with. And he could not ruin up his relationship with Emma even if he was at fault, knowing well that he was benefitting in every way from her. He would definitely not allow his little play game with Ellen to destroy everything.

“Talk, and I’ll reveal the video.”

Ellen shrieked and gasped in fear mixed with shock at the same time when she checked her new message notification, which diverted everyone’s attention from Emma who was still talking about how she and Damon met.

Her mother who would have yelled at her if it wasn’t for the visitor, tried to compose herself and anger as she let out a sophisticated smile.

“Anything the problem, darling?” Eleanor asked so softly as she turned to her daughter, who could see the fiery look her mother had in her eyes but she didn’t care.

Her fingers were trembling so much that she became so livid, to the words that she could read over and over again in her head.

Having no idea that he was talking about her video as a night club dancer, her heart failed in trepidation that he might have had their sex tape all along. Hot tears stung her eyeballs and lashes as they ached so much in the salty liquid that was threatening to spill.

She knew she could not control the outburst of emotions that would soon release from her glands, and could never disgrace herself at a dinner feast that was meant for her sister. And definitely someone she thought was a potential boyfriend.

“I think I am having a stomach upset. Sorry I have to leave the table early,” Ellen told her mother and stood up immediately without waiting to hear a reply from her, as she shakily made her way out of the dining room and made to climb up the stairs.

She entered her room and shut the door behind, and screamed as much as she could with so much pain and anguish that writhed her heart. It hurt so much in heaviness, and her throat parched of intense heat that shook through her body.

‘How could that happen to her? Why would such happen to her? Why did he have to do that to her?’ she questioned in her mind and brain, as she scattered everything in the room and broke everything that got in her way.

Ellen stomped her feet on the floor and scratched her hair like a crazy person, as she sobbed so bitterly that it became hard for her to even cry. The only person that she had managed to meet and fall in love with in a few weeks, had to be the same person that her sister would bring home as her fiance.

She would have probably taken his two timing for an option, if it was with another lady who would never be in her vicinity. Someone she would never get to know or meet, until she grew tired of the relationship and left by herself.

But she just had to get stabbed in the heart and behind, in ways she did not think that she deserved at all.

Yet, she could not tell her sister to stay away from him, or her family that he wasn’t a good person because of what he threatened to do. Emma even appeared too in love with him to hear of anything he did, or was doing wrong. She could definitely do nothing.

As she slouched hard on the cold floor, her heart hammered hard against her ribcage. Her shaky hand ran through her hair as her lips wobbled in pain, of so much pain that she couldn’t even express at once. Her belly ached badly because of her tears.

Back at the dining table was the family that seemed unperturbed by Ellen’s absence, as they continued to talk in some forms of familiarity, as well as setting the table to eat already.

Damon seemed to be at rest by the fact that Ellen already left the table, which meant that she clearly understood the message that he was trying to pass.

Asides that, there was definitely no way he would have imagined that Emma was a Miller, because she wasn’t even in most of their family pictures that were taken at events.

The kinds of celebrations she mostly attended together with her family, were ones of top notch security that reporters could never be seen near the grounds. She was always traveling.

And the mistake on his own part, was his disinterest to know the rest of the family of the lady he was playing to get money from.

He was really so thankful for his luck that he had something against her, else he would go from family introduction to new home in prison. Their brother would have stopped at nothing to make his entirety miserable.

Dalton uttered no words as he just picked the fruit cuts in the ceramic plate into his mouth, with his troubling mind that was filled with thoughts floating in uncertainty.

The humor that was plastered perfectly on Aria’s face played in his head, of when she was talking with Collin at the restaurant. He could not even hear what they were talking about at the table.

She had never had that kind of look for him before. In the past it was all fear and intimidation that could not even withstand his gaze, but now it was anger and hatred that wanted to burn down his own eyes from looking at her.

He had never seen her smile at him before, and he didn’t know she could look so beautiful and radiant as she smiled.

It challenged him. The many elite women that he had met in his lifetime always flocked around him to curry his favor, so that they would even have the honor of being tagged with him in one way or the other.

The numerous models, actresses, singers, business women, tycoon daughters that had approached him, he didn’t even bat an eyelash to any of their advances.

When some of them could not succeed in winning his attention naturally, they resorted to seduction which always went wrong every time. He was never moved by their nudity, which in fact always disgusted him that they had no self moral. But, only the partial bareness of her wouldn’t let him think straight.

He hated that she could smile so comfortably with another man. He detested that she hated his touch so much and defiled him to go free.

Never had he been bothered about their desolate relationship in the past, but if she decided not to talk to him for days, he loathed the feeling he had within him. She was doing something to him and he hated to affirm it.

Dalton picked up the phone that he had in pocket, and texted a new task “Make reservations tomorrow at the best place you could ever think of!”

It wasn’t even a message that sounded as simple as it looked, as Alex read it from the position he was already taking the night rest in. It put him in another serious thought of how he would thoroughly research, and list out the best spot for hangouts before the next day.

To make it more frustrating to his guts, the message did not talk about the occasion of what the reservation was meant for. And he couldn’t ask further either.

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Both Damon and Emma were planning to leave the mansion after the dinner feast ended, which went pretty well with the perfectly sculpted answers that Emma had scripted out for him.

Though Eleanor didn’t like that his family house was in Scotland, and that he was a son to a CEO that had popular food restaurants just around Scotland, which was even a lie.

Though Damon could sense the distaste in Eleanor’s demeanor which she couldn’t hide, and knew that he was nowhere close to what they would ever want in a son-in-law.

Still, he remained cheerful and organized, desperately waiting for them to leave the beautiful suffocating house of intimidating people.

As they proceeded out through the dining room that led to the living room, someone walked down the stairs from the other side of the mansion, and sauntered past them without acting like she was even a part of the family. It was then that Damon thought he had lost his mind, from seeing too familiar people in one day.

But then again after grabbing a handful of tray filled with things neatly covered, Aria walked past them again without any acknowledgement. Her attention diverted for a minute as her eyes trailed to meet Damon’s eyes, as she strutted away finally from their sight.

‘It was she and he could never mistake her for anyone else. But why was she acting like she didn’t know him?’