A Jealous Mistress Crossword Novels & Stories

said Jack, trying to calm Daniel’s temper down. “This is none of your concern,” said Daniel sternly, not glaring one glance at Joshua. “Please, she’s my wife.” “No, she’s not. Your mistress have already told me all about your past… and before you deny any further, I also did my own research and found out that what she said was true.” “What?” asked Joshua. “Who’s my mistress.” Daniel chuckled. “Do you have that many women that you don’t even know which one I am talking about.”

"Hasn't the young Luna looked even more stunning every time I see her?" "How does she maintain that porcelain skin? She looks like an absolute goddess just walking across the floor. If I had her looks..." "Hmph, what good are looks if she can't bear an heir? Haven't you heard? The eldest young master has a mistress stashed outside who's already five months pregnant." "I heard that mistress is a high-profile celebrity, and she's actually showing up tonight to pay her respects to the matriarch herself!" "Look over there, isn't that her?"

Shaelyn quickly realized this as well and her face turned slightly red. Then, she continued to say, “Actually, you don’t have to worry about me being jealous. After all, I’m a mistress myself, so I’m happy enough if I’m able to stay by your side. What right do I have to ask you to remain loyal to me?”

"Come on Esther Joan, if you're going to go with a friend to this party, why are you trying to hide that friend's identity? Or... that friend is your master? Don't tell us you guys. Shameless enough to be someone's mistress?" Jade's words really touched my pride. Even though I was flushed red and my breathing ragged. I was going to deny it, but then I realized they were right. It is true that I am a mistress of a master. "Huh... no reply means you admit it, don't you? Ladies, Esther Joan is an old master's mistress. Hahaha… This would be interesting if everyone in Malibu Academy knew." It was very noisy in the great hall, so no one noticed the few ladies chatting among themselves. A lot of p

Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”

"Sophie knows about the penthouse now. It’s not safe for you to stay there. Be a good girl, Sophia." Because I was "sensible," I had agreed to be his shadow for five years.Now, he was trying to coax me into being his kept mistress, hidden away in a different cage while he played house with his wife. I pushed him away hard.Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, a piercing wail from Sophie echoed from the front hall.

No dress, no blanket, nothing to cover the bites and bruises that decorate my skin like a roadmap of his claiming. His seed is still dripping steadily from my used cunt, sliding down my inner thighs in warm, slow trails. I can feel every eye on me, taking in the evidence of what he has done, what I have allowed. A tall, elegant she-wolf stands near the central stone platform, her posture rigid, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes are pure hatred when they land on me, burning with jealousy and rage. I know who she is without being told. The mistress. The one who expected to stand beside him, to be his Luna. I can see the history in the way she looks at him, the years of waiting, the e

After all, I was the mistress. And now, here I was, legally married to Harold, holding all the rights of a wife on paper—yet I was being haunted by the exact same woman. Still Cyndrel. Cyndrel again, and again, and again. It was always her, ruining every single chance I had at happiness. A stray tear escaped my eye, burning hot against my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, forcing myself to stop, refusing to let him see me unravel.

Although the sight made her bitter, and she tried to ignore it, Eloise recognized the woman her husband was sleeping with. She recognized her at a glance. Elizabeth. That was the mistress Joseph was catering to, the mother of that illegitimate child, Damian. Elizabeth was younger than Eloise and was well-groomed. She had the most fashionable hairstyle and was clad in jewels, looking like the wife of a wealthy man. No one could have guessed that she was a mistress. "Mom, look at her!" Arianna was aware of this as she turned her head and said softly, "You're here fuming while she's busy shopping. All those things, I bet it'll cost millions."

I couldn’t believe that I fell from those flowery words he said. “Vanessa, do you want the people to know that you became a mistress? Imagine this, when that child in your womb grows older, he will know that his mother was a mistress. How’s that? So, if I were you. I’ll just choose peace and be quiet instead of calling out the attention of many. Because, honestly, you’ll never win against us,” Tessa said while smirking at me. After what she said, I stood up. “This is enough! I’ve had enough of this!” Then, I looked at Tessa and William.