Fake Mistress Novels & Stories

“What the hell are you doing here?” That was it. I saw red. “You ruined my life,that’s what I’m here for!” His eyebrows shot up. “I ruined…..?” “YES!” I yelled. “I woke up today with my face splashed across every gossip site! Your fans labeling me a slut! I lost my job! My landlord kicked me out! Thanks to you, I have nothing!” His jaw clenched. “I didn’t take that picture.” “I know! But your team didn’t deny it! You let everyone think I’m your mistress!”

she said smiling. “Miss Huston, aren’t you the Assistant at Fannagean’s” A woman in her late 20s appeared into thin air. Now she was confused. “Miss Huston is my Fiancée. She wanted to know the Company’s reputation, that’s why she did that job undercover,” he said, covering her identity. She looked up at him. He holds her waist a bit stronger to let her know to play along. “Yeah I wanted to know how the company works so that’s why I was undercover” she said confidently. She smirked.

Her lashes cast a faint shadow as her fingernail scraped a thin line across the paper in her file. To those who knew the truth, she did look ridiculous. Deceived by the man she called her husband for six years without realizing it, and in the end, replaced by a mistress and an illegitimate child right in her own home. Not to mention her past with Francesco. A few barbed remarks from him were hardly surprising. Francesco studied her composed expression. The more indifferent she appeared, the deeper his frown became. As people began filing into the conference room, he said nothing more.

I asked, pointing at the message. Casey drifted into her acting and feigned sadness. She bit down on her lower lip and said, "Anna, I... I feel so terrible. Diego... I can't do this." "What does he want from you? " I repeated. She sniffed and replied, " He wants me to be his mistress." She faked a cry, covering her face. Knowing this is all I lie, I just went along with her game, handing the phone back to her while my hands trembled.

She must have said something extremely stupid to her, just to make an impression, so i dragged her by the hair, to where the lady stood, she also had a phone on her hands, while she captured every moment, the moment i go before her, i tossed ana back to the floor. “ i know she had told you enough lies but let me help you out because we are all victims of her lies, her name is Annastacia green, she's a miserable lady, a prostitute, who goes around, sleeping with men, she doesn't have any nice intention for anyone, and being in a place like this, she should be casted away”

She had her head tilted back in that fake, open-mouthed laugh she always used when she wanted someone to believe she was having the time of her life. Now, this photo has a new purpose. I was going to send it anonymously to Bryan’s email. “The woman you married sleeps with married men for money. What does that make her? A prostitute. And what does that make you? A ticking time bomb.” Just a little something to shake the Adams Mansion a little and put a little fire on Bella’s world, she thought she was smart to cover up her involvement in my mother’s death as the mysterious mistress of Giveon Salazar. I didn’t hit send out of impulse. I did it with precision. I wanted the words to slice. I wan

I had been an oracle since birth. Whatever I said would come true. When I first started to speak, I said that my father was going to be rich. That night, my father won a lottery that was worth a hundred million dollars. When I was six, I said the village chief’s grandson would return home safely. The next day, someone found him covered in dirt at the village entrance. When I was eighteen, I commented online that Harrison Corporation, which was almost going bankrupt, would bounce back. As expected, two weeks later, their share prices reached a new height. Hence, Brown Corporation invited me as a respectable guest due to my accurate predictions. However, I had just barely stepped thr

Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”

Madison had bribed the doctor to make those false reports. And at the end, I was proved right. I would never sleep with Madison no matter how drunk I was. She was someone off-limits for me. I was furious after finding out about her lies, but I did not say anything to Madison. I just let her be. I wanted to see to what extent she could go. “ W-What? ” Madison sniffled, her eyes going wide while more tears spilled out of them. “ The reports were fake. ” I deadpanned and pushed myself off the wall to stand straight.

Kyle continued. "Of course, Mister Wright. I am with you... Whatever reasons you may have against Mister Moore," Mister Cruz acknowledged. *** Forthwith, the next day, articles with videos and photos of a rising actress of BNC Media surfaced over the internet. In one video, it undoubtedly revealed her face, slowly stripping down. With her artificial hair and dark glasses out of sight, there was no question about it: The girl giving George Moore a lap dance was none other than... Camilla Clark! Apparently, Camilla was the real mistress and not Gabrielle Taylor!