A Jealous Mistress Crossword Novels & Stories

She wasn’t annoyed by his jealousy but rather at herself. This time, Amir had every right to feel jealous because of her secret affair with Asher. But she needed to do this to secure money. Sofia wrapped her arm around Amir’s muscular one. Surprised, Amir turned to her, his handsome face showing his astonishment. "Oh? Why that reaction?" Sofia laughed. "This is the first time you’ve done that in public," Amir said happily. Amir saw Paloma sigh deeply. He knew she didn’t like being overly affectionate in public. She only acted sweet when they were alone or with friends at the Sapang Bato Compound.

As I enter the dining room, I see Austin sitting at the table reading over some papers. Taking in the view of him dressed immaculately in a white button down shirt and black slacks I sigh a little. There could be worse things than being this man's mistress I think. As I enter, my heels clacking on the floor, he raises his head and looks me up and down. He gives a slight nod of approval before indicating for me to take a seat. I open my mouth to greet him but before I can speak a word he holds up one finger, indicating for me to wait. Biting my tongue I do as he asks. He continues to read before setting the papers to the side.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

Their eyes could hardly contain their excitement and delight. “They’re all beautiful, stunning! But it’s a pity that the First Young Mistress is taken by a man called Fane. I’m so jealous!” Some men, on the other hand, felt pity and lamented. “Sigh! The First Young Mistress is not young anymore, she’s almost in her thirties, and should actually get married by now. Such a woman, her beauty is already in full bloom. I’m truly jealous of that brat! It looks like what we have left is the Second Young Mistress or the Third Young Mistress, we’ve to find a way to please them!”

"You know me too well, Eleanor. I couldn't resist an event like this." Their conversation crackled with unspoken rivalry, and it was clear that Coraline was the source of Mistress Eleanor's jealousy, even during her absence. As they exchanged pleasantries, the air seemed thick with competition, making it impossible to ignore the discomfort in the room. "I see... your girls are as charming as ever," Mistress Eleanor observed, trying so hard to hold back her jealousy. Coraline chuckled, her eyes flicking toward me. "And it appears you have gotten yourself some fresh faces. That one with the intriguing hairstyle, how much did she set you back?" She asked referring to me

“Please, Catherine. Stop dreaming. You're not just his type.” I glared at her. “I think you should stay out of this, Giselle. I’m not talking to a traitor like you.” Her face twisted. “Traitor? Are you serious?” “You’re shameless,” I snapped. “Parading yourself with my fiancé—you think you have the right to speak to me? Are you not scared that your so-called mate still loves me and wants to keep me by his side?” Her eyes burned with jealousy. “You think too highly of yourself. I'm only willing to agree to this mistress agreement because I want to watch you being humiliated. You were never Luna material.You’re nothing but—”

“I'm sorry, my lady; I could not do anything about it, '' she pleaded, sobbing continuously. She stopped, her eyes trailing off behind me as she frowned hard. She looked frightened, and I turned in the same direction. “She's here; this is his mistress." Pearl added in hastily, her gaze fixed on the female figure standing before the door. “What do you mean she's his mistress?” I asked, and doubt filled my voice. “Sheila is my best friend, not a mistress!” I yelled “oh darling.. Your little maid is right, and it isn't mistress anymore; it's fiance.” She responded and held her finger up. My eyes fixed on her huge diamond studded into a ring. My best friend was my mate's mistress.

Nicia inquired after the long silence. "No, I want to know something first. Why do you want me to gain his heart when you love him? Shouldn't you be jealous that I am here?" "I am jealous, I am jealous that he likes you. I was the most liked mistress before you came around, although he has a duty to you, he doesn't have to us.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.