Novel & Cerita Fake Mistress

He stood, squeezing my shoulder. “Don’t move.”Before I could protest, he stepped outside the lounge, leaving me alone with Monroe. Monroe leaned forward,eyes narrowing.“Cut the bullshit Asia,I know this is fake.” “You? Engaged to Gregory Eden? Please,you're still the same broke girl I dumped years ago.” I stood up fast, heart pounding. “You don’t know anything about my life now.” He stood too, moving quicker than I expected,then he grabbed my wrist, yanking me closer.

“There you are, naked in my brother’s arms. Tell me this isn't real and I'd track whoever sent this and have them burn.” “I can't even differentiate what’s real from fake anymore but there you have it…” she gestured toward the screen with an outstretched palm. The phone dropped to his side along with his hand. She wasn't even making an effort to deny it. He’d been with women, Vivienne Included who would always deny despite being caught and if she’d at least just done the same and lied to his face, he would be willing to believe her. “The someone you hung out with was Alaric? And then somehow you ended up naked in his bed?” He barked.

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

It was not like that she had not tried to forget her past in those nine months, she did not once but many times but it was not easy, she had spent more than two years as his mistress which was the biggest insult for any woman. Their nasty comments still rang in her ears every night. "Oh God, she has a hot body, Mr. Raichand is very lucky to have such a mistress, she must have tiny holes, good to fuck.” "If I want you for a night, how much will you charge?" "Don't be so highly slut, when you can spread our legs before him then what's the problem with me, I will pay you well, just let me enjoy your holes"

Vera, seeing the look on my face patted my shoulder. "Dear, when you marry a rich and influential figure, there is no way to keep it out of the news. Deal with it," Rich and influential? "I think you got the wrong person, guys," I said, suddenly feeling relieved. Mae rolled her eyes again and whipped out her tablet. "Who is this?" she asked, thrusting it in my face. On the screen was a picture of me in my bridal dresses in a man's arms. We were looking into each other's eyes deeply, unaware of our surroundings. The picture had a caption: CEO of Fashion Goddess, Dante Di Benedetto, Caught On Camera With His Bride In A Bar.

Both mother and daughter were willing to be the other woman, both quietly trying to replace the wife while pretending to be the victim. She was truly sick of it. Luna didn’t even look angry upon hearing Autumn’s insults. "Sis, I know you’re still upset with us, but you can’t insult people like this." Autumn sneered. "Luna, drop the act. You threw yourself into being a mistress, and now you’re pretending you’re the one who’s been wronged. "Last I checked, mistresses aren’t protected by law. If I really wanted to go after you, do you think you’d get away with it?"

She had suspected that her friend's unexpected arrival at her place meant something fishy was about to happen but she had let her guards down. She could already read what the tabloids would have as their headlines in the coming days, "Bridesmaid fantasizes about fucking her best friend's billionaire husband, Alex Pencroft." She knew Alex's name would be there in bold. It would make the news more juicy. She could even already imagine what Ruth's mother's segment of the interview would read. She would talk about how she had always known that Christine was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing and she had always tried to protect her daughter from her but she had already been ensnared in

"This marriage is fake!" Everyone gasps, and Adam pulls me close to him. Someone pushes a microphone towards the waitress, and she gives the journalist a big, fake smile. "Adam Owens is a fraud, and you shouldn't believe his lies. I'm his real wife, and I want what's mine!" She snarled. "That's right, everyone. I'm his real wife." Nina Dobrev. The gold digging waitress who married Adam in Vegas and as she calls herself; his real wife, or realish at least.

She said bracing her unsteady beating heart, "I am not interested in your messy relationships." "Eden!" Damien said softly as he took a step ahead. Eden backed away a step from him immediately and looked away from his intense gaze as she went on, "Nor do you owe me an explanation. I am just your secretary, Sir. So, please don’t bother_" "You are my fiancee!" Damien snapped at her. "Fake fiancee. Not even that. Correction, we already ended it. Now we have nothing to do with each other. You can do whatever you want with that girl or any girl for all I care. I_"

"I swear, I was completely unaware that he had another family! No woman willingly takes on the scorned role of the mistress. I was deceived by Harlan Woolf!" "Naive and young, I was easily persuaded by his words and be with him blindly. I sacrificed my college dreams just to bear his child. We've been together for fifteen years, yet now I'm told that I've been the mistress all along, wreaking havoc on another woman's marriage." "I never intended this; I genuinely didn't realize I was destroying another woman's marriage." Her soul-crushing weeping and desolate demeanor swiftly drew the compassion of numerous online viewers. As she had expected, people began to change their minds.