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Fading Between Two Worlds.
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His Mistress. Headlines and Heartache.
Angel’s Point of View It’s the day of the party already, and I still haven’t decided if I should go or not. I haven’t spoken to either of the brothers, and my phone has been blowing up with their calls and messages. I didn’t have the energy to break down after hearing any of their voices. I thought being a whore was really easy—but it’s not as easy as I thought. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I really don’t know what to do at this point. Should I give up my feelings for Raul and give Nikolai and me a chance? Or should I pursue my feelings for Raul and ignore what the world will say about me? I’m so fucking confused. Why does my life have to be this complicated? I looked at the time and saw it was already past four. Soon, I’d have to answer his calls and give him my decision. The ringtone echoed through the room, and I glanced at the screen—Nikolai’s name lit it up. After the fourth ring, I finally answered on the next. “Angel,” his husky voice rained in my ears. “N
His Mistress. Slut, Sister, Saviour.
Angel’s POV My three-day break ended quicker than I would’ve liked. I didn’t want to leave his condo—more importantly, I didn’t want to leave his arms or his bed. It felt too good being with him… away from the judgmental world and its expectations. He dropped me off at the penthouse, but not before asking me to move in with him permanently. I was hesitant at first, but one firm squeeze of my ass and I caved like a damn fool. Later that evening, I headed to the hospital to meet with Dr. Harry after receiving an urgent call from him. “We received the payment at exactly 3:15 p.m. yesterday,” he said with a smile. “So now, we can finally move forward with the surgery.” Luca and I looked at each other, a wave of relief washing over us. “Uh… Doc, can we know who made the payment?” I asked. Dr. Harry’s expression tightened. He inhaled slowly before replying. “I’m sorry, Angel… but I can’t give you that information. We were given strict instructions not to disclose the ident
His Mistress. The Slut He Chose.
Angel’s POV Since Raul gave me a three-day break from the studio, I decided to make the most of it. No scripts. No cameras. Just time to breathe—and maybe, to think about what happened in the kitchen. Except I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he kissed me. The way his body pressed against mine. The memory sparked a painful twitch in my nipples, making me rub my thighs together in desperation. After dinner, I returned to the room I’d woken up in and took a long shower. He’d given me one of his shirts to sleep in, and God, I didn’t want to give it back. It clung to me like his scent—woodsy, expensive, masculine. Addictive. I stepped out to the balcony to cool off and rejuvenate. My phone had been off for three days. Luca was probably going insane by now. With a sigh, I powered it back on. As expected, dozens of missed calls and texts flooded in. Luca [12 Missed Calls] Luca: Are you okay? Luca: Call me, please. Luca: Angel if you don’t answer I swear I’ll fi
His Mistress. White Lies and Wines.
Raul’s POV I sat on the kitchen island in nothing but a pair of gray shorts, my glass of wine slowly warming between my fingers. The dim lights cast a soft glow across the counter, the silence of the condo pressing into my temples like a balm… until my phone rang. Her name lit up the screen like a migraine: Catalina. I let it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Then picked it up on the fourth out of nothing but tired obligation. “Hey baby, I’ve been calling you.” Of course you have. “I was in the bathroom,” I muttered, flat and disinterested. “So, you coming home today?” I clicked my tongue, pinching the bridge of my nose. “No, Catalina. I’ve got work.” She scoffed, loud and exaggerated. “You just had three days of shooting, and now you still want to work? Or is it that you just don’t want to spend time with me?” My jaw clenched. My patience was paper-thin. “Catalina, you and I both know my companies run fine without me lifting a damn finger. But you also know how
His Mistress. Temptation On The Edge.
Angel’s POV For two damn days, I hadn’t gotten a proper moment’s rest. Just a handful of short breaks after seven grueling hours of shooting, and even those were barely enough to scarf down a bite. The makeup crew swooped in every time, eating up half the break to prep me for the next scene, leaving my stomach growling and my energy drained. I was starving, my eyes heavy from lack of sleep, barely able to stay open. Glancing around, I saw the other actors moving through the set like they were immune to the exhaustion, chatting and laughing as if we hadn’t been grinding for days. How the hell were they so unfazed? I tried to force my eyes to stay open, but it was a losing battle. With a heavy sigh, I slouched deeper into my chair, my body begging for a break. Of course, that’s when Hunter decided to bark for our attention, his voice cutting through my haze. Four hours later, Roselyn finally called it a wrap, and I could’ve wept with relief. Rolling my eyes, too ti
His Mistress. Not In The Scripts.
Angel’s Point Of View He was on a call when our eyes met. And there, I felt it, the butterflies assembling their meetings in my belly. Two women walked up to Raul—one removing his blazer with way too much enthusiasm, and the other had the audacity to trace her fingers slowly down his arm like he was some delicacy on a silver platter. My jaw clenched so tight I was sure it’d pop. He didn’t even seem to notice. Typical. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. He ended his call, handed his phone to Danielle without a glance, and walked past me like I wasn’t about to combust just from watching him. I forced myself to focus. This was work. This was a job. Just another scene. Just another day. Right? “You’re about to start shooting, so I’ll head out. Catch you later,” Nickolai said, his voice casual but carrying that familiar edge. My stomach dropped. I’d completely forgotten Nickolai was there, watching me lose myself in that moment with his married twin brother. Heat
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