Todos los capítulos de The Mistress: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Victoria sat beside Ethan’s hospital bed, her hand gently resting on his, her gaze fixed on his pale face. The events of the past few days had felt like a blur, and all she could do now was focus on the present. Ethan was recovering, but the fear and uncertainty still hung in the air. His condition had been critical, but thanks to Zander, his life had been spared.Zander paced across the small room, his thoughts a whirlwind. He couldn’t help but glance at Victoria every now and then, noticing the exhaustion that clung to her features. She was still processing everything—everything they had learned about Ethan’s true paternity, everything that had happened in the wake of the chaos. But for now, there were more pressing matters to attend to. Ethan needed them.“I can’t believe how close we came to losing him,” Victoria said softly, her voice trembling. She swallowed, blinking back tears as she squeezed Ethan’s hand. “If it weren’t for you…” Her voice faltered, but Zander quickly crossed

Victoria sat by Ethan’s bedside, the soft hum of the hospital room filling the quiet moments between them. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with the faint scent of fresh flowers from the bouquet on the windowsill. Ethan had finally woken up after a few days of rest, and though he was still weak, his smile, when it appeared, was as bright as ever.She reached for his hand, gently squeezing it as she smiled down at him. “How are you feeling today, honey?” she asked, her voice low and soothing, the words coming naturally as she had said them a hundred times before.Ethan blinked at her, his small brow furrowing as he sat up a bit more in the bed. “Better. My head doesn’t hurt as much now. But… I don’t really like being here.”Victoria chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “I know, sweetie. I don’t like seeing you like this either. But you’re getting better every day, and that’s what matters.”Ethan nodded but looked away for a moment, staring out the wind

Victoria stood in her studio, the door closed behind her, the soft hum of the city far away. She gazed around at the scattered canvases, each one a reflection of her journey—each one a piece of herself, her struggles, her healing, her dreams. The room, once filled with doubt and hesitation, now felt like a safe haven, a place where she could breathe, think, and, most importantly, create.Her fingers traced the edge of a new canvas, blank and waiting. It was both a challenge and an invitation. The fear that had once gripped her when facing an empty space had softened over time. The brush in her hand no longer felt like a tool of expression she was afraid of. It had become an extension of herself, a way to channel everything she couldn’t say into something tangible.The light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the room, but the atmosphere felt different today. It was quiet, peaceful. A kind of tranquility she hadn’t allowed herself in years.Sitting down in f

Victoria stood in the kitchen, her hands running through the familiar motions of preparing dinner. Ethan’s laughter drifted in from the living room, his small voice muffled by the television. The house was quieter than it had been in a long while. She hadn’t expected life to be easy, but she was managing.Her phone buzzed on the counter, the familiar ringtone for Zander. She hesitated, looking at the screen for a moment, before swiping it away.Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ethan’s footsteps in the hall. He appeared at the kitchen door, still clutching his toy dinosaur.“Mom, I’m hungry,” he said, eyes wide, expectant.Victoria smiled, a tired but genuine smile. “Dinner’s almost ready. You can set the table if you want.”Ethan grinned, running to grab the plates. She watched him for a moment, the warmth in her chest growing despite everything. Despite the uncertainty, the mess, the chaos that had become her life.There was a knock on the door.Victoria raised an eyebro

The car pulled up to the sprawling entrance of the resort, a grand archway adorned with tropical flowers and a sign reading “Azure Bliss Resort.” Victoria gazed out the window, taking in the stunning landscape. Tall palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, their shadows dancing across the cobblestone driveway. Beyond the gates, she could glimpse the turquoise ocean meeting the horizon, its waves glittering under the midday sun.“It’s even more beautiful than the photos,” she murmured, stepping out of the car as Zander came around to her side, offering a hand.“Pictures never do justice,” he said with a soft smile, his sunglasses perched casually on his nose. “I thought we could use a change of scenery.”The lobby was just as breathtaking. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a panoramic view of the ocean, while the open-air design allowed the sea breeze to waft through. Decorated in soothing earth tones with touches of blue, the space exuded understated luxury. Guests in flowy beach attire