Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Mistress.: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Angel’s Pov


“This place is amazing, Angel!” Jade’s eyes sparkled as she took a bite of roasted turkey.


“Yeah, their food’s incredible. I’m glad you’re loving it,” I said with a grin.


“Can I order more?” She asked, her mouth half-full.


I chuckled. 


“Sure, but just one plate—I’m not a billionaire.” 


She nodded, smiling, her cheeks stuffed with food.


“You keep checking your watch,” Jade noted, raising a brow. “Expecting someone?”


I gave a small smile. “Actually, I’m—”


“Hey, sis!” Luca’s arm draped around my neck, his lips brushing my cheek. He stepped into view, and I shot him a mock glare.


“You’re late,” I retorted sternly.


He flashed a sheepish grin. 


“Sorry, sis. Mom held me up like I’m some five-year-old.” His annoyed tone made me laugh.


“Jade, meet—” I turned to introduce them, but Jade’s shocked expression stopped me. Her cheeks flushed red as she stared at Luca.


“L-Luca?” She stammered.


Luca looked confused, glancing from her to me.


He raised a brow

Angel’s Pov


Raul left my room early the next morning to avoid Catalina’s drama.


The sun rays filtered through the curtains, nudging me awake. I fluttered my eyes open, momentarily forgetting the night before—until I tried to stand and immediately collapsed back onto the bed with a groan.


“Fuck,” I cursed, pressing my thighs together in an attempt to dull the ache radiating through me. 


My body still trembled with the memory of him inside me. 


The pain was undeniable… but so was the lingering pleasure. I bit my lip, trying—and failing—not to smile.


Suddenly, the door flung open.


And in he came, Raul D’Amano in all his intimidating glory, looking freshly pressed in his designer suit like nothing had happened last night.


“Why aren’t you dressed yet, Tesoro?” His voice was sharp, eyes stern. 


I resisted the urge to roll mine because I didn’t need another punishment today.


“Thank you so much, sir, but your dick is kinda the reason I’m still here,” I shot back, my voice

Angel’s Pov.


After dinner, he took me on a late-night drive around the city, eventually stopping on a hill with a breathtaking view of the skyline shimmering below.


We sat on the trunk of his car, our fingers intertwined, the cool night air brushing our skin as we gazed at the heavens. 


His warmth anchored me, his thumb grazing my knuckles in a rhythm that felt both soothing and possessive.


“Raul,” I murmured, breaking the quiet.


He hummed, his deep voice vibrating through me.


“Was your marriage to Catalina forced?” I asked, my voice soft, eyes fixed on the stars to avoid his gaze.


He didn’t answer immediately, the silence was heavy. 


“Yes, Angel,” he finally replied, his tone carrying a trace of resignation. My heart lifted slightly, but I pressed further.


“So you never felt anything for her?”


“You want honesty?” He asked, and I turned to meet his piercing blue eyes, nodding.


“No, Angel. I tried to love Catalina, but I couldn’t,” he mumbled.


The lingering look

Content Warning (Explicit)

This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+.

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Angel’s Pov.


Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft.


The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want.


I licked my lips, teasing the swollen tip with a slow swirl of my tongue before slipping him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as he gripped my hair, a low growl rumbling from his chest. 


I bobbed my head, setting a slow, deliberate pace, savoring his taste—salty and intoxicating. 


His groans, curses, a

Angel’s Pov.


I shut my eyes, swallowing the pain and fury clawing at my chest. No matter how cruel her words were… she was still my mother.


“Despite everything I did for you, Mom, you’re saying this?” My voice trembled, raw with hurt.


She scoffed, shaking her head. 


“No, Angel, it’s the other way around. After all I did for you, this is how you repay me? By being a slut? If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I’d have kicked you out with your useless father or sent you to a convent to be a nun.”


“Mom, that’s enough!” Luca yelled, his voice fierce. 


“The best you can do is support her, not join the world in tearing her down!”


“Don’t raise your voice at me, Luca! Why should I support that bit—”


“Enough!” I shouted, pulling away from Luca, my chest heaving. Mom’s eyes widened in shock. 


“I’ve listened to everything you had to say. And I’m done.”


My voice cracked, but I stood tall, defiance burning through my tears.


“You want someone to blame? Look in the mirror.”