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Playboy's Mistress = 09=
IVAN'S POVAfter taking a long, relaxing shower, I walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my waist and holding another towel in my hand for my hair. As I entered the room, my eyes landed on the wall clock ticking away, indicating that it was 3:35 AM. It struck me that I was taking a shower so late at night, and a smirk crossed my face as I recalled the reason behind this late-night shower. My gaze shifted to my bed, and a wave of joy surged through my body when I saw the girl I had been craving for the past year. She was sleeping on my bed, nestled between the white sheets that I had changed before taking the shower. I approached the bed and stared at her. Her bare shoulder was exposed, which had a strong effect on me.Finally, I had her. Finally, I had explored every part of her body, leaving no area untouched by me. A smirk formed on my face as the flashbacks of the past few hours replayed in my mind. 5 HOURS AGOAUTHOR'S POV He mocked her situation while commenting
Playboy's Mistress = 10 =
Author's POV As Ember continued her journey through the silent road, the raindrops gradually intensified, drenching her hoodie and jeans. Each droplet seemed to merge with the tears streaming down her face, creating a blurred vision of the world around her. The pain in her limp became more apparent with every step, but she pressed on, determined to reach her destination. The opulent houses that lined the street stood as a stark contrast to Ember's current state. She didn't belong here, among the wealthy and privileged. Her presence seemed almost out of place, like an intruder in a world she could only dream of. But Ember had her reasons for being here, her own secrets hidden beneath the bruises on her lips. Her once vibrant and lively eyes now reflected a deep sadness, carrying the weight of untold stories. They no longer sparkled with the hope and innocence of youth but held a glimmer of resilience and strength, buried beneath the surface. Ember had experienced hardships that had
Playboy's Mistress = 11 = FEAR
EMBER'S POV "Ember, problems are the things that make people strong. No problems, no life. Yes, sometimes certain problems are really hard to handle, but it doesn't mean you should run away from them... Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Papa asked, and I sobbed while nodding my head in agreement. I wanted to scream about every problem I was facing, but it would only increase his pain. It would only make him feel like a failure for not being able to help his daughter. "So don't run away from problems. How long have you been feeling fragile? Where is my Ember who used to fight off anyone who dared to misbehave with her?" He asked, and I sobbed even more while looking outside. I felt like a stranger in my own body after last night. I felt dirty. His touch still lingered, slowly killing me and burning me with pain. "So whenever you feel like giving up, always remember why you came here. You came here for your dreams, so work hard and fulfill your dream of getting a job in a pre
Playboy's Mistress = 12 = Missed me, sweetheart?
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as her laughter echoed in my mind. I was in an important meeting, but my thoughts were consumed by Ember. It was the first time in my life that I found myself so easily distracted by a mere girl. "How is this contract, Ivan?" my grandpa asked, looking at me with expectant eyes. "It's good... You should invest your money in this deal," I replied, and he chuckled. "Why don't you call it 'our' money? After all, after my death, it will all be yours," he remarked, and I couldn't help but laugh. "But until then, you are still the owner of it," I replied, making him giggle. His eyes conveyed a sense of pride for me, and I too felt proud of my accomplishments. °°° As I looked at the vast steel factory, a sense of pride filled me. This was my empire in Greece, something I had envisioned and sketched on my copy when I was just 20 years old. My maternal grandpa had admired the design and asked about my plans. Without hesitation, I shared my ambitions, a
Playboy's Mistress = 13 = You will pay, Ember
Ivan's POV:I hissed in pain as I carefully applied a bandage to my forehead, staring at my reflection in the mirror of my luxurious penthouse. My normally composed expression was contorted with a mix of anger and betrayal. The veins in my temples pulsed with frustration as I surveyed the damage she had caused.My eyes, usually sharp and focused, were now bloodshot and filled with a simmering rage. How dare she hurt me? The audacity of her actions left me seething with a desire for revenge. I wanted to make her suffer, to show her the consequences of crossing me.Every fiber of my being yearned to punish her, to inflict upon her the pain and humiliation she had inflicted upon me. My mind raced with thoughts of vengeance, concocting elaborate schemes to ensure she would pay dearly for her transgressions.My fists clenched at my sides, and my jaw tightened as I imagined the satisfaction I would feel when justice was served. The fire within me burned hotter, propelling me towards a dark
Playboy's Mistress = 14 = Got you
Ember's POV:"Are you fine, Ember?" I turned to look at the owner of the voice and found Serenity looking at me while holding a tray of food."Hmm, I am fine," I replied and sat on the bed. I have been here for the past week. When I left my house, I got into an accident, and fortunately, the car involved belonged to Serenity, who was passing by. I was hospitalized for one day, and then Serenity brought me here because, according to her, no one was here to take care of me, so she would take care of me until I got better. I was feeling completely well, but she wouldn't let me leave. Even her mom told me to stay here until her birthday, so I had to stay. To be honest, I don't want to live here. I feel like a burden. I have never stayed at anyone's place before. I really don't like staying, but this time I had to stay here."Eat it," she said, and I smiled. She is truly a kind girl. I wish God gives her a lot of happiness."Thank you," I replied while taking the tray from her hand."If yo
Playboy's Mistress = 15 = His anger, her respect
Author's POV: "What's happening here?" His deep, husky voice grabbed the attention of all the customers and workers in the jewelry area. There he stood, entering like a Greek god in his ordinary suit. His dark eyes scanned the store, and all the workers looked at him with fear and insecurity. The mall security staff trailed behind him. "Sir, it's nothing. A blue diamond ring has gone missing, and we've apprehended the thief," a male worker said proudly. Upon hearing this, Ivan glanced at him with an expression of uncertainty, as if silently questioning, "Are you sure?" "Who is the thief?" he asked in a calm tone. "It's a girl. We're conducting a physical search, and I'm confident we'll recover the ring," the worker replied. Ivan chuckled at this. "What's its value?" he inquired. "The latest diamond ring costs around 37 million dollars," the worker stated, leaving Ivan surprised. "That's quite expensive, isn't it?" Ivan remarked. "Yes, sir," the worker replied, and Ivan turned h
Playboy's Mistress = 16 = Then Kiss me!
Author's POVShe cried out in pain when her back made hard contact with the wall of Ivan's luxurious penthouse apartment. He had brought her here to his apartment. She opened her eyes and found his dark eyes already staring at her with extreme anger."Why the hell were you staying with Serenity?" he asked. To be honest, it was the first time in her life she was so scared for her life. He had driven his car like a maniac today and was demanding to know where the hell she had been for the last seven fucking days. In the end, just to save her own life, she had to confess that she had been staying at Serenity's place. Hearing Serenity's name made him so furious that he increased the car's speed and made her beg him to slow down."Because you could have hurt me if I hadn't left that place. I was going to the village but got into an accident. That car belonged to Serenity, and she knows me from before, so she dragged me to her house," she blurted out, driven by his anger. She was scared. So
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