All Chapters of THE MISTAKEN MISTRESS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jane's POV Jane gazed at the outfit sprawled across the bed as if it were a ticking time bomb. A delicate cream blouse, high-waisted black trousers, and a blazer that likely cost more than her entire monthly rent. Everything was pristine, pressed, and utterly daunting. She ran her fingers over the fabric, finding it almost surreal, smooth and cold to the touch. “This guy really had my measurements taken,” she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “He’s out of his mind.” Yet, despite her reservations, she changed into the clothes. They fit like they were custom-made for her. Too well, in fact. The perfect fit only deepened her embarrassment. As she stepped out of her room, she encountered two unfamiliar staff members awaiting her in the hallway. “Miss Mark,” one of them said with a polite smile. “We’re here to help with your hair.” “Uh.....my what? No, no thanks,” she said, instinctively taking a step back. The woman smiled, as if she had anticipated this reaction. “It’s

Jane's POV Jane couldn’t stop thinking about how William had stormed out of the penthouse earlier. The sharpness in his tone and the look in his eyes , like he didn’t even recognize himself for a moment, played on repeat in her mind. As the evening wore on, she found herself pacing the living room, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that had taken hold of her. The raging storm outside outside compounded her anxiety. Raindrops pounded against the glass walls, and the balcony doors rattled as if someone were desperately trying to get in. “Where is he…” she murmured for what felt like the tenth time. Despite her earlier frustration with him, a deeper part of her couldn’t stand the thought of him out there alone, confronting people who were powerful enough to issue threats so brazenly. The penthouse felt overwhelmingly empty without him. Too silent. Too chilly. By midnight, Jane wrapped herself in a blanket and settled onto the couch, her gaze fixed on the elevator do

Jane's POV The flowers lay on the marble counter, looking almost sinister in their vibrant hues, an unwelcome burst of color in William’s stark, minimalist penthouse. I didn’t dare touch them. Not even to walk closer. Their presence loomed over me like an impending explosion. Once the delivery man left, the door clicked shut with a weighty sense of finality. I braced myself for William to blow up, to accuse me, to demand answers. But he didn’t do any of that. He merely stood there. His hands were tucked into his pockets, shoulders tense, jaw tight, and his gaze fixed on the bouquet with a cold intensity that felt as sharp as glass. “Get rid of it,” he finally said. His voice was low, but it dripped with menace. I swallowed hard. “They’re just flowers.” “They represent a weakness.” “A weakness?” I scoffed. “They’re roses, not weapons.” His eyes moved toward me in a slow, deadly manner. “Everything matters right now, Jane. Every gesture, every interaction, every message.”

Jane's POV For the first hour, I acted like everything was perfectly normal.I sat at my small desk, glanced through the orientation packet, and tried to avert my gaze from William, who was pacing in his glass office like a thunderstorm slowly brewing.But honestly?Every time he glanced my way, even if it was just for a moment or by chance, my heart did something ridiculous.And whenever I noticed others sneaking glances at me and whispering behind their hands, a knot formed in my stomach.I was starting to regret being here.Then my phone buzzed with a notification.At first, I dismissed it, but my curiosity took over.Daniel: *Jane, please. Let me explain. I never meant to hurt you.*My breath caught in my throat.Not now. Not this.I quickly locked my phone and shoved it into my bag.But I wasn't quick enough.William noticed.His eyes narrowed when he saw my reaction.Great.Just perfect.“Come with me,” he said.He stepped out of his office so abruptly that I jumped.“Where a

Jane's POV I only realized I had been holding my breath when I heard the faint ding of the elevator in the distance. Something was off. I could sense it. Before I registered what I was doing, my legs were already moving. “Stay put,” William had instructed. But I chose to disregard him. I opted for the stairs...quicker, quieter.....every step pulsing with the rhythm of my racing heart. By the time I reached the final flight, I could make out voices rising from below. Angry voices. Sharp voices. Voices that were all too familiar. Daniel. “…I’m not leaving until I see her!” he yelled. My heart sank. Then came another voice, firm, low, meticulously composed,almost devoid of humanity: “You’ve said enough.” William. I halted on the stairs, clutching the rail tightly. Down in the lobby, chaos erupted. Security guards formed a half-circle. Receptionists crouched behind their desks. Everyone else, who had been waiting for appointments, suddenly seemed utt