All Chapters of The Mistress(English Version): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Alright, please tell him I’ll follow shortly. I just need to change clothes," said Lorain, which the waiter quickly relayed. "Please wait a moment, sir, she just needs to change clothes," said the waiter to Frank, who immediately understood and decided to watch the next girl who would be dancing after Lorain while waiting. Moments later, Vina began to dance on stage, and Lorain's customers watched her. There were no issues since Lorain had spoken to each customer to make sure they didn’t leave. "Where is Winson? Why isn’t he here yet? It’s almost night. What is he even doing in the subdivision? Why is he still not here?" she said to herself in frustration. Meanwhile, Winson arrived at Rica’s apartment, where he was supposed to bring the items from the subdivision. "What are those? Why does it seem like you’ve brought almost all my stuff here?" Rica asked, surprised. "The rest are already inside your apartment, Rica. I’ll go back to help my sister move into her new place, Rica.

**“Pacing back and forth” was all Rica could do. It was almost dawn, yet Winson was still nowhere to be found. “Not even a text or a call. Where could he be?!” she said in frustration as mosquitoes feasted on her skin. “Where does he keep going, and why is he still not home?” Rica stormed into her apartment, slamming the door. She couldn’t stand the mosquitoes biting every inch of her body. Meanwhile, Winson and Ricca were busy pleasuring each other. After being apart for so long, the fire between them had been reignited. “Did you miss me, honey?” Ricca asked sweetly as she caressed Winson’s muscular body. “Of course, I missed you, Ricca,” Winson whispered into her ear, making her gasp. Ricca slightly stood to take off the last piece of clothing she had on. The moment she seductively removed it, she pushed Winson onto the bed, making him crave her even more. Winson pulled Ricca close, and she landed on top of him. He kissed her lips, then her chest, until he was the one on to

Rica, are you okay?" Winson asked Rica worriedly while still holding her in a tight embrace. His well-built physique provided comfort to Rica’s trembling body. "I was so scared... I thought you wouldn’t come back to me, Winson. I thought I made the wrong decision in choosing you." "What do you mean by ‘choosing me’?" Winson asked, puzzled. He immediately loosened his embrace, sensing something unusual in Rica’s words. "What choice are you talking about? Is there something I should know? Tell me, Rica!" he asked seriously. "Uhmm..." Rica sat up from the bed and responded seriously, "What about you? Don’t you have anything to tell me?" Winson froze. He tried to read Rica’s body language and tone. Does she know about my wife? Is that why she's acting this way? "Okay. Fine. I’ll tell you, Rica—since this is what you want to know, right?" said Winson. "I have a legal wife... before I married Lorain. And you... you’re the one I married after her." Rica began to sob as she listen

“Where is Shane? Where did you take Shane?!” Mrs. D shouted on the other end of the line. Her deep concern for her grandchild was evident. “Why? Is Shane missing? What do I know about that? Didn’t you not want her to come with me? And now you’re looking for her from me?” Carlo said sarcastically on the phone. “There’s no one else who wanted to take her or bring her out but you!” Mrs. D said angrily. “And how can you be so sure it’s me, Ma?” “Stop making excuses, Carlo!” “But it really wasn’t me!” he insisted. “Where are you now? I’ll come to you,” he added angrily. Carlo got out of the car while still on the phone with Mrs. D. “I’m at a bar, Ma. You want to come find me? Go ahead, it’s up to you,” he said mockingly, just as he heard Winson speak. “Who are you talking to, Ma? Is that about Shane? Where is she?” Winson fired off questions at his mother. “It’s your brother, Carlo.” “Does he know where Shane is, Ma?” While Winson was speaking with his mother, Ricca was looking a

Lando entered the Francy Club clapping his hands while shouting, "That's what you get for stealing my dancer!" he said as he held his jaw, still aching from the punches he had just received from Winson. Frank and Lando were secretly half-brothers. They had different mothers, which was why they barely acknowledged each other—as if they were complete strangers. "You jerk! You've been standing there this whole time! Why didn’t you help me?" Frank snapped. “Why would I help you? I was actually enjoying the show! I even thought you’d finally get to have that girl,” Lando replied mockingly. “Get out of here! You're a useless brother!” Frank shouted. "See? That’s exactly why I didn’t help you—you’re always like this! I’m out. Hahaha!” Lando said as he turned his back and left his brother behind. Meanwhile... "What were you thinking, working in a place like that?!" Winson yelled at Lorain as they got into the car. ‘Doesn’t he even ask himself why I had to do it?’ Lorain wanted to sa