“Is it still the same location ma’am?” The chauffeur who was still in the driver seat of the plush vehicle asked politely, as he ensured not to make eye contact with the client who was sitting at his back through the front mirror.
Even the gigantic mansion that he had gone to pick her from, gave the wealthy vibe that made him realize that the lady sitting in the back seat was not just anybody.
Moreover, he wanted to be sure that she was not one of the elites that changes the venue, of where they had ordered before at the last minute.
“To VisQuib hotel,” Aria rested her back on the back seat in an elegant manner the moment he ignited the car, with her eyelids that shut close to the vivid images of her reality and desired imaginations that began to play before her.
To others, it might have sounded so foolish for her to want revenge in her own way, when she knew well the family she was married into. Daring them at the core spot of their reputation was like digging her death pit, and she knew it.
Dalton wouldn’t even care less to maltreat and make her life miserable, but yet he was doing nothing for reasons she had no idea about.
The reason she had acted like that from the beginning was for the divorce to work out smoothly, but knowing that he was not ready to divorce her, she had no reason to stop any longer.
One thing she was probably sure about, was that he wasn’t sticking to peace because of her, but that there had to be a reason why he wasn’t forcing her, into doing anything or compelling her to act properly. He had probably done that once; which was threatening her with Anna’s life and only her hope of survival.
After that time, she had tried to contact Mark Miller a few times, but it was much harder than counting an entire jar of rice grain per seed. Getting a phone call through to him was really difficult.
Dalton knew that she was with his black card, yet he was not even taking it back or asking her about it. He could have made it a serious issue like his usual behavior and condemned her before everyone.
‘He probably felt guilty or had so much money, not to mind one of his cards gone. No! It had to be the latter.’ her mind countered.
Having the endless amount of money to a card that wasn’t hers, limited everything she wanted to do in secret that needed transactions. Worse of all, she couldn’t even transfer any funds from it to any other account.
In that regard, the painting she sold to an auction house was a bargain for her, while the other 40% agreement was her slim chance of bet.
If the person she had actually planned and expected to purchase the painting did not, then she would have had to lose so much money to her recklessness. Once again, her tactlessness won.
As for being reckless, she knew she was. Having no solid plans and well strategized arrangements, she was playing a game with the only man she was meant to abscond from.
She had no information about anything and was intermediary clueless about the hidden past, yet she was being watched by people she had no idea who they were. Her life was exhausting for the fact that, she had to carry out every of her plans in secret
Regardless of anything that was going to happen from that moment, she didn’t care any longer. Still in the white cast that had been changed and hung away from her shoulder, she picked a dress to fit properly and conceal the conspicuousness of it.
The pain around the swelling had reduced drastically after her consistent ice pack massage, and she just had to wait for the rest to get better with time. However, she couldn’t wait any longer. She was seizing chances.
The drive through the peaceful and silent route that led to the main hotel building was so breezy, that Aria was tempted to stick her face out of the open car window in the whooshing air, and let off her elegance as a prestigious lady.
Perhaps, the cold air was going to suppress every monster that was struggling in her head.
The car halted at the vehicle limited area in the hotel premises, as the chauffeur stepped out of the car immediately to open the door of the passenger seat.
It took a while for her to regain herself and balance properly as she climbed out of the car, making sure to not show the fact that her arm was affected in its swinging movement.
With each step that Aria took even in the cautiousness of her arm, her shiny and black hair swayed and bounced as the wind ruffled through its spaces and edges.
The sharp outline of the eye liner around her beautiful bright eyes and black mascara effect, all she had done by herself, were absolutely alluring to the heart and sight that matched her outlook.
Her appearance towards the entrance of the main door into the exquisite hotel rated five, exuded chills that were quite different from the usual cute and tender-hearted elite females that often visited the place.
Despite how broken her inward self might have laid and swept chaotically, her outward appearance contrasted every picture of them by far. It was not hard to take notice of a charming woman of fierce and gutsy look.
She totally looked like she was going to go and fight dirty with, especially with the manner at which her eyelids drooped like she was irritated by something.
With her eyes carefully studying everything about the environment she was in, as she proceeded towards the elevator, Aria realized that being rich enough to acquire everything one wanted was a necessity.
Even if she had compared Dalton with disgusting and dirty, the power of his wealth was never to be underestimated.
Unfortunately, being so lucky to become his wife according to people who judged her books by its covers, did not come with any of those privileges and benefits at all.
Better still, they even hid his marriage status because it was probably shameful to them as a Miller. Being poor became a taboo. Her twenty five year old could strongly sense and affirm that.
As the elevator she entered dinged and sled close, Aria kept a straight face in the final decision of making up her mind before she arrived at her destination. Nothing was going to help matters, with her being unnecessarily tight-lipped when she had no power. It was totally useless.
He still had the same pretty and enticing looks from before, but had gotten much better and manly than she had even seen him again a few weeks ago.
His appearance was so perfect and there was modesty in his doing, that Aria could not even picture Dalton in that kind of demure way.
It was really nice for her to know that she was meeting with another wealthy person, that she could just act normally without having to frown around. Who was not so rude and arrogant like the Alpha husband, they had her tied to in the marriage.
If they were all wolves and there were packs and ranks, she was sure he would make everyone’s life tough and miserable regardless of who they were.
“So good to see you again, Aria,” Collin’s voice kind of over-jumped the excitement, with a really glimmering look for her in his eyes.
He really had to fight the urge to clasp her in his body and in-between his rock hard chest, to connect and fill every past they had spent together without one another. Inhaling the savory scent of her from a distance, it was intoxicating.
“Of course. You look a lot different from the past now. A big man and a better life,” she mouthed with a charming smug slightly smeared around her lips. It was for her. Hers was not any better, even if she looked so rich and classy.
The waitress had come with the appetizers of baked chicken wings and cocktail that had been placed as an early order, which Aria took a bite from immediately like she had nothing to eat all day. Collin just watched her carefully, before he made a tease.
“We can say that a thousand times about you, Ri. You are totally different from what I have seen in the past. It is really crazy to wrap my head around all this,” he admitted truthfully, as his eyes tried not to stare at every sensitive part of her beautiful self. It was really hard to not drool over again.
“Your life gets sour, bitter and bright again the moment you are married into the wrong hell hole,” she passed a low but deep statement as she sipped on her cocktail, in which Collin heard so loud and clearly. He probably had a clue about what she was talking about.
“What did you mean, Ri?” He asked her so calmly, in a voice that could either depict hurt, pity or confusion. He could not feel okay at what he had just heard her say.
“Can you help me get a divorce with your connections, Collin?” She suddenly asked again without answering his question, with her eyes now raised to his face level and away from the food that she was eating.
The expression on her face was so serious and stoic, that he knew she was not joking at all.