All Chapters of Daughter-in-law strikes harder: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Right from the elevated height where he was standing firmly, Collin could watch the night beauty of the entire city light up, through the glass made walls of the building that he was gazing through. Exposed to the cold air that swerved around the atmosphere in the room, was his bare chest that the buttoned black shirt that he was putting on barely covered. His left fingers were wrapped around the stem of the wine glass he had in his hand, as he slowly sipped on the contents that were in the glass. The meeting he had earlier in the day had occupied a large part of his heart, that he could barely concentrate on his own personal work throughout the remaining hours of the day. It was barely possible to even be in the right state of mind, just after meeting the person he had yearned to see for so long. He was absolutely stunned when he watched her appear before him, which was much different from anything he had ever seen on her in the past. His mind was totally blown away. Howeve

An hour and minutes ago........... Madison walked into the house through the main door with a package in her hand, when she heard the delivery man for the mansion ring the bell, who thereafter dropped a box. She read carefully on the letters that were written on a brown package, as she made her way towards the direction of stairs in unrest, knowing fully well that no maid was allowed to climb it without orders. It was then that she remembered that the lady of the house had left her room, after they brought food to her room that morning. Quickly, she turned around to find out if one of the working maids would probably know her whereabouts, or anywhere she could probably be. Ellen, who was walking towards the living room just at the time, noticed the parcel that the head maid was carrying, and inquired as to what it was about and to whom it belonged to. "Mum, can you believe this?! This is the limited edition dress, diamond stiletto and million carat necklace that sold out t

"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

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

"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