Death's Mistress Series の小説・ストーリー

I called Nathan from the car and told him every word Marcus had said, and he met me at the apartment inside the hour with a laptop and the stillness of a man who did not want to say what he was about to say. "He is lying." "I know he is lying." "But he is not lying about all of it." Nathan turned the screen toward me. "While you were on his doorstep I pulled every M. V. that has ever crossed a Sinclair board, an Adrian board, a Lumière board, a Blackwood shell. There are three. Marcus Vale. A Miriam Voss, deceased in 2011, exclude her. And one other." "Who." "Someone whose name I want you to see on your own screen. Sit down."

It seemed they were out in the kitchen or the main corridor. Julian’s voice sounded entirely detached, cold, and formal as usual, while Victoria whined coyly, recounting her failed travel plans from the night before. Elena pulled the heavy duvet over her bare shoulders, curling her knees to her chest as a chaotic storm of emotions swirled within her. Julian is an absolute lunatic, she cursed silently. The man was a cold-blooded psychopath. How could he possibly act as though absolutely nothing had happened out there, while his mistress remained locked away in a secret room inside his own penthouse?

"Was he the same?" "Christopher Mason has six confirmed identities, possible connections to ten suspicious deaths, and a pattern of marrying wealthy women who subsequently 'died in accidents.' Marissa's the first to survive." Morrison's expression was grim. "He was a serial predator. You were just another target." Marissa's hand found mine under the table. "How many women? How many did he kill?"

That evening, I cooked dinner while he sat at the dining table, focused on his laptop. This was a real dinner, and to my relief, nothing got burned. Progress, I thought. Halfway through, my phone buzzed with a news alert. I paused before checking it. “Former Mistress Scandal: Where Are They Now?” I shut it down instantly. William noticed. “Still on your mind?” he asked softly. “A bit,” I admitted. He pushed his laptop aside. “Come here.” Just hearing those words made my heart race. But he only gestured to the chair next to him.

“Tresia, listen. We don’t know everything. I wish we did. It might make whatever’s coming easier to handle. I’ll tell you what we do know, so bare with me. First of all, everything you were taught about the last Veil Mistress is a lie. Well, except the six mates. That part is true. The Elders at the time became threatened by her and her men. The reason she’s only referred to as Mistress is because her name was stricken from all records. Your six’s parents were told her men's names by Dreamwalkers. Each of us are named after her men.”

"More specifically, my mistress." What was that? Everyone was stupefied. Dunley's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. Cassian was even more shameless than he was! He couldn't believe Cassian even thought about making Isolde his mistress. Was he out of his mind? Did he know who Isolde was? She was the leader of the Lunaria Order, Daneast's most revered goddess, and a prodigy in the sword arts. Why would she be his mistress?

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

“You are all dead!” Aurora exclaimed as she glared at them all, the intensity of the death aura emanating from her body pushed them back some feet away from them. The Mistress locked eyes with her and felt a chill travel down her spine—and not in the good way. She had expected every other outcome and was seventy percent sure that whatever came from killing Maverick would definitely favor her, but not in a thousand years would she expect that he would have such an effect on her that would force both souls to unite.

It was a lie—the signal was jammed this far out on the estate—but it was the only weapon I had. Daniel’s eyes went murderous. He saw the defiance in my gaze, the way I stood my ground even as my body trembled with exhaustion. He realized in that moment that the “Madwoman of Vermon,” was dead, and in her place stood the woman who was going to dismantle his empire.

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.