Danielle Steel The Mistress Novels & Stories

"May I ask what that is?" The mistress merely smiled, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap. "I’ll reveal it when the time is right. For now, tell me how I can assist you." Dryzza swallowed hard, her instincts screaming caution. She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the mistress, whose enigmatic aura made it impossible to read her true intentions. Dryzza’s usual psychological skills seemed powerless against the subtle, unpredictable nature of this woman, leaving her uncertain of what lay ahead.

She said, "I''m just annoyed that Lord Storm isn't treating her the way she should be treated, She isn't in a cold dungeon but a nice room and even a room in Lord Storm's resident mansion, She eats nice meals, Bath and even have a servant ?" The last mistress walked in and added to Mira's insults scornfully. "She's Diane the last mistress, She killed the her Co mistress who was favoured by lord storm !" Vera quickly whispered inaudibly to Valerie's ear from where she hid so closely at her back.

So, she's a lawyer. I watched as she tilted her head. "And this one? You're gonna tell me who she is, or should I keep guessing?" Damien didn't even hesitate. "She's my mistress. So treat her with respect." Dahlia blinked, something shifted in her posture. "Mistress?" She echoed, slowly. "Well then. Guess I should've been nicer." Fred cleared his throat. "Come on." Damien said to me, gently tugging me away from them with a hand still at my back.

Making her pull back to look into his eyes "What's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" "It's nothing. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Are you alone? Where is Hale?" "Tanner had court. I'm meeting up with Jess. If I'd known you were..." "Darling, did you wait long?" Someone asked. It took a moment for Thalia to see the set of red nails curled around Gideon's bicep and another for the woman's words to sink in. Did she just call him darling? "Honey, who is this?" *********************************************

Though she had never stepped into a five-star hotel, Nadine knew this room was as grand as the ones she had only seen on television. “Sir, I swear. I’m not a spy,” she stammered, kneeling on the floor. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest, trembling in fear. “If I’m lying, you may kill me, Sir. I only work here. I wear a hat so people won’t notice my face. My friend told me this place is dangerous, full of drunk guests. The hat belongs to her. I’m not in disguise — I’m just a worker, Sir.” Justine’s eyes narrowed. A crooked smile curled on his lips — cold and menacing.

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

Chapter 5 Danielle's POV: FIVE YEARS LATER California smelt the same, but I wasn’t the same woman who had left five years ago. The Danielle Jules who’d been dragged through betrayal, humiliation, and the edges of death no longer existed. The woman stepping out of the black Rolls Royce in front of Reese Tower was smarter, richer, and infinitely more dangerous. Dressed in a custom made black silk with a slit high enough to turn heads. The paparazzi swarmed the entrance of Reese INC.’s grand opening, their cameras

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

I wish she were still here to see her daughter, Daniella, who is now a young, intelligent, and attractive woman with big aspirations. Daniella reminds me of her anytime I get to see her. from her smile , the way she walks , even her persona. reminds me of those good memories. . " Sir, do you need anything?" Susan walked into my room after making sure that I was fully dressed she has been one of my faithful workers here at the mansion and I wouldn't want anyone to know anything about me except from her.

She did everything to ensure their survival. She was grateful to have found a decent job. She took pride in being a casino dealer at a well-known hotel in Angeles City, where she had also met her friend, Cassia Lopez. She vividly remembered the first time she met Cassia. Sofia was rushing to work when she accidentally bumped into a woman in the hotel lobby. Sofia’s white polo uniform and black slacks were part of her casino attire. She wore two-inch heels that clicked against the floor. The collision spilled liquid onto her chest.