Todos os capítulos de His Mistress.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

♚ Angel ♚We lay in the darkness of our bedroom, the chill of the air conditioner held at bay by the warm cocoon of blankets draped over us. Raul's head rested on my thighs, his dark curls soft under my fingers as I played with them.There was something so childlike about the way he rested on me, something so raw in his silence.The silence between us was heavy, not with tension but with the weight of truths about to spill.Then he began to speak—low, heavy, like a man finally letting old ghosts crawl out of his chest."Nikolai and I were inseparable growing up," he started, his voice low, raw, carrying a nostalgia tinged with pain. "As twins, we were two halves of a whole in high school—heartthrobs, they called us, always together, untouchable. Then I met Alfreda. She was the girl every guy wanted, the kind who turned heads and fueled fantasies. But I didn't want her like that. I thought I'd found the love of my life."A lump rose in my throat as I stroked his hair in silence."I w

We arrived at the airport, and my breath hitched at the sight before me.A matte black jet stood proudly on the tarmac, sleek and commanding, with *D'Amano* written boldly in gold across its side like a royal crest.But it wasn't the jet that made me smile. It was the two familiar figures standing nearby."Luca!" I called out, unable to hide my excitement.His face lit up as he rushed toward me. "Sis!"He wrapped me in his arms, lifting me slightly off the ground. I inhaled his warm, masculine scent—familiar, and comforting."I missed you so much," he whispered."I missed you more." I clung to him a moment longer.He was about to speak again, but his gaze shifted behind me, and just like that, the warmth in his eyes faded, replaced with a cool, unreadable void.I didn't need to look back to know Raul had arrived."Mr. D'Amano," Luca greeted him with a nod.Raul returned it, his expression unreadable, then looked back at me like I was the only one in the room who mattered."Let's go,"

💮Angel💮I gazed out the window, captivated by the vibrant city of Barcelona. It was more breathtaking than I'd imagined, bursting with color and rich with culture.I could live here in Spain forever, I thought.The air conditioning was off, and the windows were rolled down, letting the warm Barcelona breeze flow through the car, carrying the scent of summer.I'd heard so much about Spain, but nothing prepared me for its beauty—it surpassed every story and photo."Where are we going, Raul?" I asked, turning from the window to face him. He glanced up from his phone, his eyes locking onto mine."We're going to see my mamá," he said casually.My heart skipped a beat, my mouth falling open in shock."Why didn't you tell me, Raul? I would've worn something more... appropriate! What if she thinks I'm some kind of slut because—" I rambled, panic rising in my chest."You love getting paranoid, don't you, tesoro?" he teased, his thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of my hand. "It's su

"I met Russell D'Amano in a spa," she said softly, her voice almost carried away by the breeze."I worked there as a masseuse. The day my boss introduced him as my client, I remember thinking—'Damn, how can a man look that ravishing?'"I blinked, surprised by her candor."The memory of how he looked at me that day... it's still so fresh. That was the day everything changed for me."She smiled wistfully, but her eyes were clouded, as if reliving the moment."I was captivated, Angel. By his gray eyes, the strength in his silence, his commanding aura. He didn't wear a ring, so I thought—maybe, just maybe, he was single. Never crossed my mind that a man like that could already belong to someone."I didn't speak. I just listened, caught somewhere between shock and fascination."I tried to stay professional while massaging him, but... it was my first time touching a man like that. Hell, it was my first time touching any man. My palms were sweating. My heart was racing. And still, I couldn't

💎 Angel 💎 "Angel, please come here," Raul called from the closet, his voice carrying that casual authority I'd grown used to. I responded immediately, stepping into the room to find him holding two vintage shirts, eyeing them with a contemplative frown. "What is it?" I asked. He looked up, biting his bottom lip as he held both shirts out for me to judge. One was a light blue with a complex geometric print, the other—white, with a bold black petal stretching over one side. I glanced down at the white shorts he already had on and smiled to myself. "The white one," I said, reaching for it. "It suits you—and the weather." He smiled, slow and satisfied. "Thank you, tesoro." As he got dressed, I turned to pack our things—making sure our towels, robes, extra clothes, spare footwear, and sunscreen were intact. Then I changed into a floral white summer dress that grazed my thighs, and paired it with matching white slippers. I tied my curls into a high bun, securing it wit