It was so hard for Ellen to maintain her initial body posture and mien, the moment she sighted the tall figure that was standing by the entryway. The one that could never be mistaken for another. She almost missed her steps which could have led to an embarrassing trip, as her mother who was to come down from the car next held her slightly to balance. Her entire body began to intensify on an instant pressure, on seeing that her brother who was absolutely meant to be up the tower, was outside the building just at the time that they had arrived. His assistant was not with him, there was no car in sight and there was no Hailey too. The emboldened spirit that her mother had breathed confidently into her minutes ago, just dissipated into air when she realized that their plans could have flopped. 'Oh dear. If this goes wrong, I would just act oblivious to what mother has done, and pretend like I don't know anything. That is what I should do.' Mrs. Eleanor Miller who noticed how
"Do you think Dalton caught on, mother? Because he is going to make us pay for this if he finds out," Ellen whispered to her mother's ear immediately as they took the elevator, like Dalton was still somewhere around and would probably hear what she was saying. "Even if he has, there is no evidence that we did that. You know your brother believes in what he sees, and confirms as truth," a smug tugged Eleanor's lips as the elevator door slid close, while Ellen pressed on the number buttons on the wall to indicate the floor they were going up to. "What did you mean, no evidence? The cameras are still working perfectly, and even those filthy pests that call themselves maids are everywhere. Dalton would end up finding out," Ellen further stated, as she leaned tiredly against the walls of the elevator. She really hated the costly game they were playing against the real game master. "Those are the simplest, to keep away from interfering into this. I have it all under control," she paused f
"What... What did you just say?!" Aria asked in livid disbelief that had overwhelmed her body immediately, when she heard what Dalton uttered out to her without any feelings or emotion. 'Was he crazy? How dare he play with someone's life for his own benefit?' "You heard what I said clearly, dear wife," he stated with a straight face, which evidently indicated that he wasn't in the mood for jokes. He meant every one of his words. The fact that Alex had moved her away from the house in a jiffy, was too much for her to comprehend at that point in time of her waking. She barely had enough time to put on her slippers when he acted so restlessly, like something serious was going on around the mansion and made her evacuate immediately. Due to the weakness that her body was immersed into and the partial sleep that clouded her eyes, she was not able to ask where he was taking her, when they approached the door of the whirling helicopter which was open. Not too long later after they
Aria came back to the mansion a few hours later after she had dropped Anna at the orphanage, with her hands holding on package bags that had wine and whiskey inside of it. Ellen, whose mood was still in a foul one since the previous night of the party and also with meeting her grandfather, watched her climb the stairs without minding anyone, and saunter right to the direction of her room. Even if she was so worried about what Dalton would do to her if he found out what she and their mother had done, she couldn't help but bear in her face a scornful look for Aria. She could not believe her eyes earlier that morning when she watched a video on the internet, and remembered that she had seen the newly shipped in limited edition dress that was on display. The one she desperately wanted to have for herself. As she filed her nails and stared at the picture of the luxurious million worth dress, her mind immediately flashed back to the person she had seen wearing. It was no one o
Ellen tried to keep a steady eye gaze by forcefully keeping her eyes wide open, while she poured another glass of vodka for herself and placed it on the bar slab. Her face was crimson red and burning hot already, due to the drunk effect that the alcohol was having in her system. Unusually, her body was starting to let its guard down, which might put her image at a detriment if anyone caught on that it was she. The bartender who noticed that the masked lady who was dancing about an hour ago was getting tipsy, tapped on the table so loudly to make her recover from her present fuddled state. She suddenly raised her head up from its drooping position in an instant like someone possessed, and rose up immediately from the chair that she was sitting on as she requested for water. Gulping endlessly on the entire bottle of the crystal clear liquid, Ellen's level of intoxication seemed to have reduced a bit as she took her seat again. Her heart suddenly began to dwell on the fact that s
"And why do you look so knocked out of your body and mind?" Mrs. Eleanor Miller asked her daughter Ellen who was lying on the couch in her room, like someone who had been bloated in a river for days before being rescued. There was a piece of wet cloth of her temple to keep her temperature down, and a glass of cold water on the chair stood beside her, which she kept on leaning to drink from. Getting so drunk beyond reasonable action when clubbing was something she never bargained for, but waking up naked under white smooth and soft bed sheets the next morning in a beautiful room was way worse. There was no way that she could ever tell anyone that something of such happened to her, but the feeling of guilt and hangover sickness was beating her so bad right from her stomach and throat. The fact that the stranger she had a night stand with had seen her face, and would definitely know that she was a daughter of the Millers family. 'What if he had taken pictures of her? What if he s
Miller's corporation.Dalton's office:"She sold the painting that she left the house with this evening, to the Daas.. Daasgrh auction house, sir," Alex struggled to pronounce the name of the place that he had practiced a couple of times, as he made his report to Dalton from what he had cross checked with the head of guards. He was still unable to comprehend the vivid picture that was unfolding before him, particularly of Aria having a sudden need to sell herself painted art to an auction house. It even seemed weirder that Dalton was so interested in what she was doing, and getting or planning to get involved with. But it was not surprising to Alex anymore because it was sought of a norm for Dalton; wanting to know everything his wife was getting into lately."Register, and book a space at the auction house," Dalton instructed and nodded meaningfully, as he signed the final papers for his takeover of a food company that went under, after taking a huge investment risk, "Getting some
Aria's room. Miller's mansion.From her sleep, she could hear the sound of the ringing bell from outside rebound irritatingly in every corner of her room, as she frowned angrily and hissed so much about the noise grated on her. It was not enough that it took so long before she could stop being restless on her bed till midnight, but someone just had to come to interrupt her peaceful sleep in the morning. As her body twisted straight into bone cracking stretches, Aria's eye lids remained so heavy to open with her brain, which was still numb to her sleep. Like it was the alcohol that was still left unused in her body system working, she could hear something whisper to her ear, things she didn't want to hear. "You are going for a mental check." She was unsure of why that particular sentence kept recurring in her mind, which was still not awake. But she really wanted to smash the person, who wouldn't stop ringing on the doorbell against the wall. Like the person heard her wishes to