Danielle Steel The Mistress Novels & Stories

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

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.

Issuing orders, as usual, I thought rudely. Another woman sashayed forward to him, the woman Danielle had been glaring at. She was dressed in what looked to be nothing more than a G-string and a tiny towel wrapped around her small breasts. She came to Lucien and all but rubbed herself against his crotch. He absently stroked her exposed ass and she gave a hysterical laugh, snaking her arms around his neck, kissing his face greedily. It looked like she was about to dry hump him, I thought, nastily. Turning to look at me the tall blonde sent me a look of such spite that I felt myself stiffen in alarm. Danielle gave her a look and mouthed "Bitch''. The woman stalked away. Glancing at me, Daniell

Danielle continued to rub herself a bit faster than before while the woman kept her head lowered in shame. "You really won't learn, huh? A resilient one, I see." Cyrus assumed she was deliberately testing his patience and his limits to what extent he could torture her. The Alpha had never seen such a woman who could appear innocent from her but play slyly. No doubt Danielle fascinated him but he could not deny the fact of her being a brothel whore. Well, the assumptions were on peak from sides which created misunderstandings. Cyrus leaned in and growled at her to make Danielle lift her head and as soon as she did, all he could see was her tear smeared face which had black trails of droplets.

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

Watching her make Janette remembered her little teddy bear she forgot on her bed back in New York. “Mirabel, how are you?” Danielle asked the slender woman and walked past her, dragging Janette along. “I’m fine, but don’t you miss me, baby?” Baby? Does Danielle have a mistress? And why wasn’t she bothered about the kiss? She pondered. They entered another room filled with women dressed in expensive and sophisticated dresses and outrageously luxurious jewelries. The smells of expensive perfumes linger in the air. And Janette wondered if all Danielle friends are wealthy or came from a well-to-do background. Danielle offered Janette a seat and turned to face Mirabel. “What do you want, Mirabel?

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

They could never accept the fact that their fiancé was keeping a mistress under his roof. "But, My Lady... Danielle isn't that simple. Back in school, she had every boy wrapped around her finger. Even now, there are still men hopelessly obsessed with her. The billionaire is still a man. And men fall in love with what they see. Once they're captivated by beauty, nothing else matters." "Her?" Lady Sarah deliberately walked closer for a better look at Danielle. The closer she got, the more shocked she became. Danielle was even more breathtaking up close, almost glowing.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

“This is a conversation between me and her.” “Everything regarding her,” William stated firmly, “involves me now.” A dangerous glint flickered in Daniel's eyes wounded, furious, almost wild. “So it’s true," he said with a hollow laugh. "You got what you wanted, didn’t you? You took her life, and now you’re holding on to her.” William didn’t flinch. “I didn’t take anything. She’s here of her own free will.” “That’s not right,” Daniel shot back. “Jane, tell him. Tell him you’re only here because he cornered you. Tell him you’d come back with me if you could.”