The Billionaire's Mistress (ENGLISH) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Her mind was drifting as she walked, holding a tray filled with food that cost at least ten thousand pesos per plate. She was directionless after the news that shook her whole being earlier. She almost dropped her cellphone because of it, as she started sobbing in the bathroom.“Your father is in the hospital, fighting for his life!”Her mother’s voice thundered in her ears and continued to echo inside her head. Her father needed five hundred thousand pesos for the heart operation he had in their province of Oas, Albay, while he was pulling the carabao in the fields earlier. She was from Legazpi City, a Bicolana who was forced to go to Manila and stop her college education due to the hardships in life. She was beautiful, if beauty was the criteria, but she lacked the height to compete in beauty pageants, so she never stood a chance as a candidate.If only she was blessed with height, she would probably be able to earn and support herself in her studies. But she was short, standing onl

Chapter 2 – Lux“WHO’S that?” Lux asked his Abuela as soon as he entered the Montesalvo mansion.He had just dropped off a friend whose car broke down. He had promised his seventy-eight-year-old grandmother, Carmenzita Almendrez-Montesalvo, that he would spend an afternoon with her in her favorite salon. She wanted to get a foot spa, have her nails cleaned, and get a haircut. Damn! He didn’t need grooming, for Pete’s sake. He had no choice. His Abuela was happy treating him like a little boy, even though he was already thirty-one years old. Well, they were the only two who were always together from the beginning. “Oh, here you are,” she said, just having put down the phone. His grandma didn’t have a smartphone. She was the only person in the world still relying on a landline. She had a phone and a registered SIM card, but she didn’t use them. She didn’t have any social media accounts either. She didn’t know how to use modern cellphones. She would only make calls on her basic ph

Chapter 4Heart breathed a sigh of relief as the initial payment of 75 thousand entered her SCash wallet. Another 75K would be due tomorrow. While she was still in Vandros’s car, on their way home, she already planned to call her mother to find someone who could send the seventy-five thousand. She didn’t know if it was possible to withdraw that amount at this hour. Her father needed the operation.Time was slipping away, and her father’s condition was becoming more critical. Vandros spoke up, “Heart…” which made her look at her employer.“Yes?” She gazed at him with sadness in her eyes.“Why don’t you ask the doctor if it’s still possible for your father to be transferred here? To the Philippine Heart Center, you know? The five hundred thousand can potentially be reduced to two hundred. That’s a significant difference. You’ll need less money. I’ll talk to Senyora Carmen; maybe she’ll allow you to do salary deduction.”She fell silent, contemplating the idea. But what if her father cou

6Chapter 6“Oh my God, Marimar!” Heart couldn’t count how many times she swallowed nervously after receiving a text from an unknown sender. Her eyes were wide as she stared at her phone’s screen. She didn’t know if her old Android phone was acting up because the screen was blinking while she read the terrifying message.Her attempt to eat her dinner was abandoned. She was at the bottom of the condo building, next to the mini grocery store, having her meal. She had lost her appetite due to the message she had just read. “Right away? Clean yourself up because the boss will be here in an hour,” it said. Was she supposed to immerse herself in muriatic acid to disinfect herself? She felt embarrassed, thinking about what the man might do to her. Would he treat her the way they do on those shows, hitting and doing various things to her body?In Mister K’s text message, he sounded arrogant. It felt like he was implying that she was just paid and had no right to act cute.The message sank in

Chapter 8HEART’s world spun when she suddenly sat on the bed. She fell abruptly, and her once dim vision darkened even more. She felt like she was in a daze and couldn’t understand what was happening.Her hips hurt. Her center hurt. She was sore. She felt like crying again, but she held it in. Should she cry more? She felt foolish and hypocritical if she did because she also enjoyed what the man she didn’t know had done.She reached out to the bed, fearing that there might still be someone there. She was afraid that maybe she would remove the curtain to find someone hiding, thinking there was no one left.She tried to clear her throat. What time was it? She could smell the man’s cologne, lingering on her skin, on the pillow, on the bedsheet. It smelled good. The scent was sweet and not overpowering. Even though it was a man’s scent, it was mild.Heart could say that Mister K had good taste in choosing cologne. This kind of scent could make a woman fall for it. It wasn’t the typical s