All Chapters of The Cruel CEO's Mistress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A young woman ran hastily down the back corridor of a nightclub, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was trying to reach her workplace as quickly as possible—a restroom reserved for the club’s patrons, located at the farthest end of the building. Nadine glanced repeatedly at the watch on her wrist. The numbers showed 7:55 p.m. “Oh God… why is this club so huge?” she muttered in panic. It was her first day at work, and she was already running late—all because of Clara, her friend, who had taken too long getting ready. Nadine couldn’t afford to be scolded before she even had a chance to prove herself. Her freshly bathed body was now slick with sweat again. The black uniform she wore looked far too large for her petite frame. The shirt hung nearly to her knees, its sleeves covering her elbows. A black cap shaded part of her face, and her long hair was neatly twisted and tucked underneath it. The uniform was actually designed for men—size XL—since no woman had ever worked as a rest

Nadine’s body was lifted from the floor as Justine pushed her toward the bed — rough, merciless. She landed hard on the soft mattress that felt painfully unfamiliar against her back. She tried to rise, but the man forced her down again. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes filled with tears that wouldn’t stop. Pain, fear, and helplessness merged into one, making her whole body tremble. “Don’t fight,” Justine’s voice cut sharply near her ear. “You know I despise traitors.” The world spun around her. Each hit blurred her vision, ringing filled her ears, and the stinging on her cheek burned like fire. Nadine could only cry softly, begging in silence for it all to end. When it was finally over, she lay still and weak. Her breath quivered, her lips were cracked, and a faint trace of blood touched her chin. Through her blurred sight, she saw Justine standing in front of her — his face dark with anger, eyes cold and unfeeling. Terror pressed down on her chest so hard she could barel

Justine glanced at the watch on his wrist. He shifted slightly, then pressed a button on the remote to open the bedroom door. “Forgive me for disturbing your rest, Sir,” said Iswandi as he entered. He stood not far from the bed where Justine was still leaning back. Though reluctant, Iswandi had no choice but to wake his boss—there was an important meeting at nine. “Have you prepared my clothes?” Justine asked flatly, his gaze fixed on the assistant. “Yes, Sir,” Iswandi replied, showing the paper bag in his hand. “Wait outside. I’ll get ready in a minute.” Justine remained seated, his voice calm but firm. “Yes, Sir,” Iswandi answered politely. “Iswandi,” Justine called again before the man could leave. “Yes, Sir?” Iswandi turned quickly. “What about the traitor?” Justine’s tone was cold, his eyes sharp. “I’ve ordered our men to handle it, as per your instructions,” Iswandi explained carefully. “Make sure nothing is left behind. I don’t want any trouble with the authorities. F

All day long, Nadine could do nothing but cry, mourning the fate that had befallen her. She couldn’t understand why her life had turned out this way. Her phone rang, startling her. Quickly, Nadine wiped her tears as soon as she saw her mother’s name appear on the screen. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself before answering the call. “Mom,” she said softly. “Hello, Nadine. What are you doing? Why did you take so long to answer my call?” Ema’s gentle voice came from the other end. “Hi, Mom. I was in the bathroom,” Nadine replied quickly while wiping her tears again. She covered her mouth, afraid that her mother might hear her sobbing. “Didn’t you work today?” Ema asked. “I’m working, Mom. I’m at the shop right now. It’s just quiet—no customers at the moment,” Nadine lied, her voice trembling slightly. “Oh, I thought you were at home. It’s so quiet over there,” Ema said, puzzled. “No, Mom, the shop’s just quiet. How’s Dad?” Nadine asked softly. “The doctor said your father

Justin’s office felt unnervingly silent. The man sat behind a large black-glass desk, but his mind was far from the neatly arranged documents before him. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, replaying a nearly one-hour video that had just been sent by Teddy, his most trusted man. Justin’s expression was cold and calculating. On the screen, a petite young woman was cleaning the restroom area of his nightclub. He watched her every movement without blinking, as if he were observing a puzzle-filled film that stirred both curiosity and anger inside him. “I thought that woman would never come back to this club after what I did to her,” Justin murmured, his voice soft yet venomous. “Turns out she has more nerve than I expected. Who sent her back here? What are they trying to get from me?” Justin clenched his fist. His eyes narrowed sharply as he recalled how the girl had chosen to remain silent. He already knew her name—Nadine Amanda. Even after being forced, pressured, humiliated… she cho