Fake Mistress Novels & Stories

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

“Wouldn’t the asshole have a single photo? What kind of marriage was this?” “Would I have kept a photo of the man who cheated me and ran off?” she snapped back. “Easy. Recovering deleted documents won’t be hard,” Luke said. “My phone is new,” Belinda added. I narrowed my eyes and examined her. Had she been lying since morning? Could her ‘con job’ story be fabricated? Was she part of the scheme? “What did you find?” I asked. “Other stories that resemble Belinda’s. Nothing concrete,” Luke replied, scratching his chin. “We’re dealing with a big con gang. I found a few news items—women like Belinda filing complaints.”

But this time, she was trying to mess with me in front of my direct superior. If she dared trash my reputation and get me fired from Frost Group, how was I supposed to feed myself? A chill shot through me. On instinct, I twisted open the bottle of mineral water in my hand and splashed it right at Ruth. I emptied the entire bottle over her head. Not a single drop was left. Her fake lashes went crooked, her foundation streaked, and her carefully styled hair instantly turned into a soaked, stringy mess. Ruth screamed from the cold water and shot to her feet. "Jemima Stark, have you lost your mind?"

“What? No, stupid girl. Austin Aves has put forth a deal and I mean to accept it. The only issue is you.” Me? How can I be an issue here? I don’t even know what is going on. “What does he want?” I ask, curiosity starting to take root. “You. For a minimum of a year.” “Wait what!?” I almost shriek. “What, as some sort of servant?” “You could say that.” My father responds, an ugly sneer coating his face. An uneasy feeling takes over me at this point. “He wants you to be his live-in mistress. Finally something you might even be good at.” my father leers.

Mia replied, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. They chatted briefly, with small talk, harmless questions, and polite laughter. Mia played her role perfectly, nodding when needed, smiling on cue, pretending her heart wasn’t racing out of control. All the while, Max watched. He watched his cousins’ reactions, the way their eyes flicked to the ring, the way their tone shifted when they realized this wasn’t a joke or a rumour. Everything was noted. Everything mattered. And as the minutes passed, Mia could only hope that the night would end soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up with the facade of being Max Hult fiancée. it was hard to force a smile.

"I had you investigated, so I have proof that you're my husband's mistress. So please, stop denying it. Aren't you proud of being the girlfriend of a big-time businessman? " "Then your investigator was wrong," she firmly said. "I am not a mistress and I will never be a mistress. I have morals and principles. I am an educated person, and I know what's right and what's wrong. So, it's a big insult to me that you're accusing me of being your husband's woman." She could hear the pain and frustration in Mariella's voice. For a second, she believed her. Maybe she was mistaken or maybe the private investigator got it all wrong. But no, she wouldn't allow herself to be manipulated by that woman.

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

But when I arrived at the lobby, I was immediately blocked by his secretary. "Ma'am, where is Sir Zedrick? I'm just going to sign something with him," said the female secretary. "What? Isn't he here?” I asked in surprise. "Yes? A... well... okay ma'am, I'll check with his office first. Maybe he's there!" His secretary suddenly got nervous and quickly left in front of me. I became even more suspicious of his actions because he suddenly turned pale. I left the office shaking my head, knowing the answer to my question. He didn't go to the office, he went to someone else's. How long will you lie to me... Zedrick. How long will you fool and deceive me?

Fuck it! "Look, don't be so sure. We don't know if that is mine or you are trying to frame me. I am not stupid," I said to her. I've seen a movie where the mistress acts like she is pregnant because she wants to keep that man close to her and never leave her. That's why she acts like she is pregnant.