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
Aria's room."Do not, come near me Dalton. Doctor, can you please tell Dalton to stay away from the patient?" Aria turned to Doctor Fernandez, who was wiping clean the surgical scissors that he had used to cut bandages and some other things. He was really startled to hear Aria involve him in her and Dalton's marriage fight, as he faked a cough and struggled with the right words to tell her. There was no way he could ever tell Dalton that he should vacate the room, and disobeying the patient's request to see a visitor was no ethics of a doctor. 'How would someone possibly convince him that the couples hated one another, with the way she kept on hissing and growling angrily at Dalton, as many times as her hand hurt badly when he was dressing it? He was present at the mansion again to treat her for the second time, and he had to watch her treat Dalton with evident disdain in his presence. What has changed?' He continued to wonder."If you would not do that for the sake of the patient
The glass door that led directly to the inside of the huge building where luxurious cars stopped in front of, were a number of elites and people dressed in gorgeous outfits stepping out. There were people of different races and nationalities making their way inside, with mostly a common goal for the art auctioning that was taking place. There was an air of aristocracy permeating the ambience around the building, as heels and leather shoes clinked their ways into the building and towards the elevator. The art auctioning was going to start in the next few minutes on the fifth floor, where different art from great artists were going to be displayed for sale. Another luxurious car that exuded all forms of modesty stopped in front of the building, as the owner stepped out of it even before his assistant could run to get the door. His appearance was charming to sight and absolutely captivating, that had some of the people who recognized him mumbling words to themselves or the partners
Eleanor Miller was sitting on her bed playing a random game she accidentally installed on her phone, with her blood boiling at the highest point it could because of the other person who was leaning comfortably on the couch in the room. She had said at least five sentences that warranted a reply or an answer, but her daughter didn't seem to hear that someone was even saying a word. For more than twenty minutes that she had called to see Ellen in her room, they had not communicated reasonably for two minutes straight since she sat on her couch. She noticed that her daughter had become less responsive to things and everyone around her, and more to her phone and laptop than ever for the last couple of days. She was either texting and typing nonstop, or doing facetime with someone which was unlike herself. Even her page had taken a break from constant reels and posts, which had her fans wondering if everything was fine with her. She had also been going out of the house with differe
Three days had passed so quickly after Aria fell from the top and broke her arm, but the tension lurking strongly around the walls of the mansion was so palpable.Alex was the one who felt it most as he was closer to Dalton, especially by his usual behavior that had been back to being a cold constant again. Dalton had ordered Alex to trash away the painting after Aria belittled his effort, but his heart couldn't allow him to and he took it to the ML art gallery instead. Since then, the couple were back to their past way of lives again without any compromise. Even the maids felt the pressure. The wife just remained indoors because of her arm which was still completely unhealed, while the husband worked more in every of his companies, made more investments and doubled his company stocks. They were totally not talking to one another, or interfering into each other's business at all. 'So, he finally shows his true colors. Now I can breathe well,' Aria stood in front of the 60 inch mirro