Masuk"To destroy the man that destroyed me, I became the woman I hated." Victoria Sy was the perfect wife—until she caught Daniel cheating. But she’s not leaving. She’s getting even. With the help of Zander, Daniel’s dangerous half-brother, Victoria sheds her "good girl" image to become Daniel’s new, secret obsession. She returns to his life as the mistress, playing a lethal game of seduction to tear his empire down from the inside. By day, she’s the secret Daniel can’t resist. By night, she belongs to Zander—the man who taught her that beauty is a blade. But as the revenge gets messy, Victoria realizes she’s trapped between the husband who betrayed her and the man who wants to own her. The wife is dead. The mistress is here. And she’s not playing fair.
Lihat lebih banyak“I said, give me the phone, Victoria.”
I backed away until my calves hit the edge of our king-sized bed, my fingers trembling as I gripped the cold, sleek device. The screen was still glowing with the message I wasn’t supposed to see. A photo of Daniel—my Daniel—his face buried in the neck of a woman with vibrant, pop-art hair, I can’t even see her fucking face. “Stop it, Vic. You’re scaring Ethan.” Daniel’s voice was like velvet over a blade. He didn’t even look up from his tablet as I stood trembling in the middle of our bedroom, my hands shaking so hard I nearly dropped the phone. “I’m scaring him?” My voice was shrill, breaking in the air. “I’m the one who found these, Daniel! Photos of you and that woman in a hotel in Lovin. You told me you were at a shipping conference in Cagaya!” Daniel finally looked up. He didn’t look angry. He looked bored. He sighed, the way a father sighs at a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Cagaya, Lovin… Vic, do you even hear yourself? You’ve been having these ‘episodes’ for weeks. Dr. Aris told me the stress of the gallery opening might trigger your old… instability.” “Instability? This is a photo!” I lunged forward, shoving the screen in his face. “That is you! That is her! I saw it with my own eyes!” Daniel didn’t even glance at the screen. He gently, firmly, pushed my hand away. “All I see is a blank screen, Victoria. You didn’t even turn the phone on.” I looked down. The screen was bright. The photo was right there. I could see the sweat on his skin, the smirk on Maya’s face. “What are you talking about? It’s right here! Look at it!” “Vic…” He stood up, towering over me, his shadow swallowing me whole. He grabbed my shoulders—not a hug, but a restraint. “There is nothing there. You’re hallucinating again. Just like that night in college. Do you remember how you screamed that there were men in your room? When it was just me, trying to save you from your own mind?” “No… no, this is different. I’m not crazy!” I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his fingers digging into my collarbone. “Aren’t you?” He whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at you. Snot running down your face, hair a mess, screaming about photos that don’t exist. If I called the staff in here right now, what would they see? A titan of industry and his pathetic, broken wife who can’t tell reality from a nightmare.” “I saw you with her, Daniel! I smelled her on you!” “You smelled paint, Victoria. You’ve been huffing turpentine in that studio for ten hours a day. It’s rotting your brain.” He let go of me suddenly, and I stumbled back against the vanity. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should have a mistress. At least a mistress wouldn’t be this exhausting. At least she wouldn’t be a hollow shell of a woman who needs her husband to tell her when to breathe.” The words felt like a physical slap. My dignity felt like it was being stripped away, layer by painful layer. “You’re… you’re doing this on purpose,” I choked out, tears blurring my vision. “You’re trying to make me think I’m losing it.” “I’m trying to keep you from losing it!” He snapped, his voice finally cracking with a manufactured rage. “I have spent five years protecting the ‘Vermon’ name! I took a girl who was ruined, drugged, and discarded, and I made her a queen. And this is how you repay me? With paranoid delusions? With accusations?” He stepped closer, his face inches from mine. I could see the cold triumph in his eyes. “Go to the bathroom. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at that pathetic creature staring back at you and tell me: who else would ever want you? Who else would ever believe a word that comes out of your mouth? Without me, Victoria, you are a patient in a psych ward. You are a ‘nothing’ that I decided to make a ‘someone’.” “Dan, please…” I was gasping for air, the room spinning. “Don’t ‘Daniel’ me. You’ve ruined the mood. I’m going to the club. Don’t wait up.” He grabbed his coat, stopping at the door to look back at me one last time. “And for God’s sake, wipe that disgusting red lipstick off. You look like a circus clown trying to play a tragedy.” He walked out, the click of the door sounding like a gavel. I stood alone in the silence, staring at the phone in my hand. The screen was still bright. The photo was still there. But as I looked at my reflection in the mirror—broken, trembling, and degraded—I found myself whispering the most terrifying question of all. “Is it really there? Or am I finally as crazy as he says I am?” I grabbed the blood-red lipstick from the vanity and smeared it across the mirror, over my own face, until I couldn’t see myself anymore. ----- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not distribute, publish, transmit, or modify this story without permission. The Mistress copyright © 2025, all rights reserved to Blueesandy, always choose to skip the comment box, so you will have a great time guessing the whole story.R18“Put that down, Gabriel! That is not a ‘structural reinforcement,’ that is the leg of an antique chair, and it does not need to be painted Azure Blue.”The studio was a cathedral of light, the salt-cracked windows of the coastal estate having been replaced by massive panes of industrial glass that invited the Atlantic Ocean inside. Victoria sat perched on the top rung of a wooden ladder, her hair tied back in a messy knot, a streak of Gold Leaf shimmering across her cheekbone. She looked down with a mock-stern expression at the three-year-old boy currently attempting to ‘renovate’ the furniture.Gabriel Ethan looked up, his dark curls a tangled mess, clutching a thick paintbrush like a scepter. He had Zander’s defiant jaw and Victoria’s piercing, observant eyes. “It needs color, Mama. The chair is sad.”“The chair is French, Gabriel. It’s supposed to be moody,” a deep, rumbling voice chuckled from the doorway.Zander stood there, leaning against the frame. He looked younger than he
“If you tell me to ‘breathe through the peak’ one more time, Zander Blackwood, I will ensure that the only peak you see is the one on the heart rate monitor after I’ve strangled you with this bedsheet.”Victoria’s voice was a strained, low hiss, but there was a flicker of that old, sharp humor in her eyes. She was leaning heavily against the headboard, her knuckles white as she gripped Zander’s forearms.Zander didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch at the threat. He simply adjusted the cool cloth on her forehead, his eyes fixed on hers with a focus that was absolute. “The doctor said you’re doing great, Livy. You’re at seven centimeters. The timing is perfect. Just like one of your site plans—ahead of schedule and under budget.”“This is not a construction site, Zander!” she gasped, her breath hitching as another wave of pressure began to build. “And I am currently… very over budget… on pain.”“I know,” he whispered, his voice the steady, grounding anchor he had promised to be. He leaned
“If you try to serve Marcus that kale-quinoa sludge, Zander, he will literally hack our bank accounts and delete our existence just to spite your cooking.”I was leaning against the porch railing, watching Zander squint at a bowl of greens as if he were trying to negotiate a ceasefire with a salad. He had a wooden spoon in one hand and a look of deep, existential crisis on his face.“It’s healthy, Vic! Aris sent a three-page email about ‘anti-inflammatory superfoods’ for the second trimester,” Zander defended, waving the spoon toward the driveway where a dust cloud signaled the arrival of our only two friends in the world. “And besides, Marcus lives on energy drinks and spite. He needs a vegetable.”“He needs a burger and a cigarette, but he’ll settle for not being poisoned by your ‘healing path,’” I laughed, the sound feeling lighter in my chest than it had in years. I walked over, snagged a piece of kale, and made a face. “Yeah, don’t give him that. He’s carrying the papers. You don’
“If you keep staring at that toaster like it’s a bomb, Zander, it’s never going to pop. It’s a kitchen appliance, not a Blackwood security terminal.”Zander jumped, nearly dropping the butter knife. He turned to see me leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, my hospital-issued wristband still loosely circling my arm. For the first time in two years, the sharp, biting wit that had once been my hallmark wasn’t laced with acid; it was just… there.“It’s making a humming noise,” Zander muttered, his face flushing as he looked back at the bread. “I thought I’d fixed the wiring. I don’t want it to short-circuit while you’re trying to eat.”“It’s humming because it’s working,” I said, walking over and gently nudging him aside. “You’ve spent so much time fixing generators and boat engines that you’ve forgotten how normal life sounds. It’s okay for things to just… work, Zander.”He let out a breath, a short, huffing laugh that shook his shoulders. “I’m out of practice, Victoria. With ever
Ethan sat at the kitchen table, his small fingers tracing the edge of his juice cup, his gaze flickering between Victoria and the empty chair across from her. The changes hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. The silence that hung heavier in the air, the way Victoria would turn away when she thought he wasn
“Vic, I need you to listen to me,” Sophie said, her tone firm yet gentle as they sat in a quiet corner of the café. “You can’t keep putting everyone else’s happiness ahead of your own.”Victoria looked out the window, watching the bustling city streets, but her mind was miles away. “I don’t know if I
Victoria had just finished cleaning up Ethan’s art supplies from the kitchen table when the front door slammed shut. The sound was so forceful it rattled the frames on the wall, causing her to flinch. She turned to see Daniel standing in the entryway, his tie loose, his face red with anger.He didn’t
Daniel sat at the edge of the long dining table, hands clasped tightly in front of him, his jaw clenched as he waited for Michael to arrive. The house was eerily quiet, the tension palpable. He knew this conversation would be uncomfortable, but it was inevitable. After the fallout, Daniel had been a






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