The entire family were all sitting in the dining room for the second time that day, and they were totally shocked that the dining room was looking so different, from the mess they had witnessed almost an hour ago. A new and bright shining chandelier was back to the spot, where the previous one had dropped from. The dining table had been changed to even a better one, and the floor was spotless and shining without any tiny glass specks. There were now artworks they had never seen before on the wall.It was in that same moment that Mark Miller's assistant had come inside, holding in his hand big packs of pizza, and a bag that contained huge bottles of chilled fruit drinks to accompany the snack. It was always a new surprise every time. The last time he visited, he brought a delicacy they all had never eaten from another country. "I am sure you all never have simple snacks like this at the dining, except standardly made meals without compromises," he chuckled, obviously referring to t

Aria walked out of the mansion even before Dalton stepped out and entered into the vehicle, with assurance in her heart that Dalton would end up doing what she wanted. If he wanted to curry his grandfather's favor for the very last time and achieve his goal, he had to sign the ownership of the company that he had promised her and told the press about, right before they would even go to the banquet. In the letter that his grandfather sent to him through his assistant, there were phrases that wrote that Dalton had to try to win Aria's heart, to give him a child before the end of their marriage finally came. And for ending their marriage too which was as written in the contract, was a decision that would actually be based on Aria's opinion at the end. Mark Miller made it that way without telling Dalton, because he believed that if the marriage still continued after they reached the end of three years, then it meant that his grandson had actually succeeded in winning his wife's h

Aria sat up on her bed extremely suffocated, with her lungs refusing to let easy passage of air through her nostrils or mouth. She could have never imagined. She would never have wanted something of such to ever happen, between her and Dalton till they got divorced. 'Kissing him was even more reasonable but making love to him? How did it happen? How did this happen to you? How could you let your guards down?!' Aria scolded herself so badly in her head, unable to let her tears out even if her heart was feeling so bad. Her body shuddered at the faint memories of how her nails dug into Dalton's back, and of how she let out amorous moans in his ears in response to the pleasure she was feeling. How his hands worked magic on her necks down to her breast, and how hot his tongue heated her body in the right places. It was hard to not remember how she let herself lose control to her husband, and how she had never really put mind to whom she would allow to get that close to her first. The

With the perfect plan that Eleanor had in mind to execute once and for all, morning at Millers was busier than expected with numerous legs walking back and forth, with assigned tasks being put into action Eleanor had instructed the head servants, to get every servant extremely busy with extensive cleaning and replacing of old things in the house. From kitchen equipment to sets of porcelain plates, utensils, flower vases, interior designs and so many other things that would not obstruct Dalton's choice. That same morning too, they had the measurements of the servants that retained their jobs after the search, for a change of their uniform's colour and styling. Despite the rowdiness and sounds of objects rather than people, everything was still neatly organized in the right and perfect manner. Aria had woken up later than she usually did in her peach night dress, which she had woken up at night to change into, and had hours of restlessness before she could sleep again. She rar

A meeting was taking place in a conference room of the board of directors and a CEO, and were talking about innovative plans to improve the effective output of their resort inorder to aid much productivity. They already had made available golf courses for elites who loved the sport as a recreation, but needed more exclusive improvement to bring better ratings to the economic center. The executives were brainstorming and thinking as required of their CEO, who just watched everyone silently in their own mulling state. Quickly, an agitated but comported assistant entered into the meeting room and ambled quickly over to his boss's side, to inform him of the development that was taking place outside the company's walls. Collin, who had returned back to work after his quite stressful journey, was sitting back on the luxurious chair, unfazed about what he had just been told by his assistant. He decided to end the meeting which was in favor of most of them who were unable to think of