All Chapters of His Mistress.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Angel's POV


"I thought we were done shooting, Raul?" I asked as we stepped into the building.


"We are, tesoro," he replied, slipping his hand into mine. "But this is the stage where characters get called back—for missing shots or extra scenes the crew wants to add."


I nodded in understanding as we stepped into his private elevator and rode up to the studio.

The studio kept us busy all day, and by the time we wrapped up, I was exhausted, my muscles aching from hours on set. 


Raul noticed, his blue eyes softening, and before I could voice out my worries, he scooped me onto his back, carrying me to the car like I weighed nothing.


His strength was effortless, and I couldn't help but smile, my cheek pressed against his broad shoulder, his woodsy scent wrapping around me.


Instead of heading back to his mansion, we went to his condo—something about it felt cozier, more like us. 


We cooked dinner together, laughing between stolen kisses. 


After eating, we slipped into the ba

“Angel!” “Angel!" “Ms. Caribello!" “How do you feel about your current situation?" “Are you happy being Raul's mistress?" “Did you take the role of Felicia to get close to Mr. D'Amano?" “Do you love him, or are you just a slut? Answer us, ma'am!" The paparazzi swarmed like vultures, their voices a noisy chorus as I pushed through the crowd outside the company building. Their cameras flashed, blinding and relentless, each question a barb meant to draw blood. Some grabbed at the hem of my long blazer, their fingers brushing the fabric, but I kept my chin high, ignoring their taunts. Tristan and Bryan, my bodyguards, carved a path through the mob, their broad shoulders a shield against the frenzy. Inside, the air-conditioned lobby offered a brief reprieve. The receptionist looked up, her smile professional but strained. “Ms. Caribello," she greeted, and I nodded curtly, my heels clicking as she led me to the elevator. The ride up felt like an eternity, my mind re

I pulled back, my lips tingling, my heart lurching as I turned to face her. She stood in the doorway, her green eyes blazing with a mix of fury and betrayal, her blonde hair slightly askew, as if she'd stormed through the building to catch us. Her hands clenched into fists, her chest heaving, and for a moment, I thought she might scream. "Catalina," Raul called, his voice calm but firm, stepping slightly in front of me, his hand lingering protectively on my mine. "What do you want?" Her gaze flicked between us, her lips curling into a sneer. "So this is it, Raul?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You're flaunting her in my face now, in our company? You think you can humiliate me like this?" I straightened, my irritation flaring. "You're the one barging in, Catalina," I pointed out, stepping out from Raul's shadow. "If you're humiliated, it's because you can't let go of something that's already gone." Her eyes widened, shock and fury warring in her e



💮Angel💮


I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the nude-colored gown Raul had picked out for me.


The shimmery polyester clung to my body like a second skin, tracing every curve I possessed. Tiny diamonds were intricately stitched into the fabric, catching the light with every breath I took.


The plunging neckline, barely concealed by a sheer body net, teased just enough—my breasts gently peeking through without shame or apology.


My curly hair was swept up into an elegant updo, with a few soft strands cascading down the sides of my face. 


I kept the makeup nude and minimal to match my skin tone, finishing off with a glossy sheen that kissed my lips.


The diamond jewelry he gifted me sparkled beneath the vanity lights. I slipped them on quickly, then stepped into my heels and made my way downstairs.


That's when I saw him.


Leaning effortlessly against the wall, Raul looked like sin in a suit.


The black tailored tux hugged his frame perfectly, paired with

~Angel~ “You were pregnant before we got engaged?" 


Raul's voice cracked, low and sharp, fury and betrayal swirling in his blue eyes.


His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as if holding himself back from shattering.


Claretta's tear-streaked face crumpled, her swollen eyes desperate. 


"I-I'm sorry, Raul," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I thought I loved him."


"And now what?" He let out a bitter chuckle. "You expect me to raise a child that isn't mine?" His jaw clenched. "You've completely lost it, Claretta."


"R-Raul, please—" she choked, her hands wringing.


"Go back to Nikolai," he snapped, venom lacing every word. "And don't ever show your face again."


"Please, Raul, if not for me, then for the child in my womb," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "We can work this out, I swear."


"I said leave!" he roared, his voice thunderous. "Before I do something I'll regret."


His rage was terrifying; raw and barely contained. For a split second, I truly though