Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Mistress.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Stripping? It's the most shameful and degrading job imaginable. At least, that's what I used to think. But when it comes to saving a life—especially someone you love—you'll do things you never thought possible. The path I chose was ruthless, lined with thorns, but isn't every rose guarded by them? Each wound, each struggle, only prepared me for what lay ahead, a life of fame, temptation, and a love I was never meant to have. Angel’s POV The shrill buzzing of my alarm filled the room, snapping me out of my restless thoughts. My hand shot out, silencing it before I groaned and sat up, rubbing my temples. Another night. Another performance. Another round of strangers throwing cash at me like I was nothing more than a fantasy come to life. I sighed, pushing the thoughts away as I swung my legs off the bed. Dwelling on it wouldn’t change the reality of my situation. I made my way to my closet, pulling out a pair of tight leather pants and a matching bra top.

Angel’s Point Of View The next day, I received my cheque from Red and immediately changed out of my shorts into a more appropriate outfit before heading to see Mom’s doctor. “Doctor Fred, can we proceed with the surgery now?” I asked, my heart filled with hope. He sighed, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his fingers together. “I know you’re trying your best, dear, but we can’t proceed with the surgery until you’ve paid at least 60% of the bill.” I swallowed hard. With the money I got from the man yesterday and the cheque I had just received, I could afford the surgery—but there were other bills to take care of. “But don’t worry, Angel. I believe you’ll manage. The money you’ve already deposited is enough to get your mother admitted and begin chemotherapy,” he added reassuringly. I pursed my lips, staring blankly at him. “T-that’s a good thing, right?” I asked, my voice tinged with hope. He smiled, and nodded. “Yes, Angel. Your mom’s illness hasn’t reac

Angel's point of view I stood nervously behind the stage, my heart racing as I waited for my turn to perform. It felt like a pent up volcano was erupting in my stomach. How did Cassie manage to exude such confidence? She floated around the stage like a queen, while I felt like a trembling mess—a ball of anxiety barely holding it together. “Angel,” a gentle tap on my shoulder startled me, pulling me from my anxious thoughts. I turned to find Jade, one of the dancers, looking at me with a reassuring smile. “Relax, Angel. It’s just me. Besides, why are you so nervous? You’re literally the best dancer amongst us.” She complimented, her words catching me off guard. No one had ever spoken to me since I started working in this club, and it felt strange yet oddly comforting to hear such kindness. “Why—” I began, but my question was cut short as Ms. Mariella’s voice rang out, commanding my attention and freezing me in my tracks. “Next.” The single word sent a wave of