Fake Mistress Novels & Stories

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

Or just too clever? A cynical smile tugged at Justin’s lips. A cold smile that carried no warmth. The woman was very good at acting. She even looked like a victim. Her face appeared heartbreakingly pitiful. Justin knew that she must have received special training—her acting was far too natural. The video showed Nadine’s arrival the previous night. The hidden cameras Teddy installed around the restroom area captured her face clearly. The audio devices even recorded her anxious breathing. Nadine’s face looked swollen, as if she had cried all night. A red mark remained on her cheek—Justin’s slap still visible. He exhaled sharply.

No doubt, they would willingly spill the beans. "As soon as I got there, someone reported to me. Michelle, that shameless woman, is the gold digger." Ivanna immediately started narrating the dark secrets she had collected. It seemed like she had been itching to share it. "She's a full-time mistress!" I nearly burst out laughing hearing Ivanna's words. "Can you leave some decency in your words?" I teased her, "A full-time mistress?" Ivanna shot me a sidelong glance, "Are you defending her? You're way too kind. Believe it or not, Michelle is indeed a full-time mistress. She relies on this to live like she's doing an honest job.

she asked. “Maybe yes but they wouldn’t focus on you that’s for sure. They’ll be too preoccupied to bug Lazare for information about his infidelity.” While Michael’s words held some truth, she was determined to keep her identity under wraps, fearing that Fynn would meddle in her life as he always seemed to do. “Relax, I’ve made sure to blur your face in the online pictures,” Michael comforted. A sense of relief washed over her, easing the sharp pang in her heart. Despite her concern, she couldn’t care less. After all, she was Lazare's secret ex-wife. To the world, she was simply a fleeting fling Lazare might have picked up from a cheap bar.

He was also the only man who had ever truly had power over me. But he was wrong about one thing. He hadn’t created me. Five years ago, I was just a heartbroken eighteen-year-old in a wedding dress, sitting on the side of a dusty road, my world shattered. I had caught my fiancé with another woman on the morning of our wedding. And then Garrick found me. He offered me a job, a fresh start. At first, I thought I’d be his secretary. But that was just a front for the women he recruited—women like me, trained to seduce and manipulate, to dig up secrets and destroy powerful men.

She knew, in fact, everyone knows, that it's the truth. She formerly worked as a stripper in the most popular clubhouse in the city, before she became a receptionist at the billionaire's company. Needless to say, she was desperately satisfying countless men in return for their money. The pay was nice, no doubt. She only had to quit because the pay she received as a billionaire's receptionist was nicer and perhaps she had more bills to pay. I wanted to tell her how much Mr Bernard loves me, but she seemed not interested in whatever I had to say.

"I have killed for this man, I have done terrible things for him, but recently I discovered I wasn't his only mistress. He is cheating on his wife and me. Brandon Jones is innocent. He was an intern, and I have documents to prove Brandon was just an intern, but he was promoted so fast and handed a project. Brandon is a very critical person and never used any fake materials or even changed the plan. The project Brandon was constructing was the Starry project, not the Lark project. He was framed. I have posted invoices and voice notes to prove this. Brandon never sold me any equipment, and we have never met. And I am not constructing any house for my mother because I am an orphan. The first pa

She's not the heiress of the Golden Age because it's been long stolen from them. She turned off the television and just stared at nowhere. Finally, the truth hit her. She's just a mistress. A kept woman of a rich man. She rolled and faced the other side of the bed and closed her eyes. She'll just sleep on it. Just when she's sleeping, she felt a warm wet body behind her and sucked her skin. She gasped and found his hard-on already behind her. "If you only joined me at the gym… we would both get a good sweat…" He pushed the covers, pulled her thighs, and spread it apart.

Who could have known that Martin would say, “Sorry, I’ve been divorced for ten years already, so my being with Grace now is an honest thing. It is totally considered morally right and it’s not letting down anyone. It’s you, who’s Grace’s younger sister, who went to seduce your older brother-in-law. You successfully took over her position and kicked her out of the door. You were the third party, and yet you are being so arrogant here and calling her a mistress? Aren’t you shameless?” The h*ck,! This is too much drama! So the mistress become a wife and now is calling others mistresses?? The people who were watching from the side felt that it was like they were watching a show. So this woman wa

Recently, there had been no exciting news in the entertainment industry, so their news click rates had dropped dramatically. Now that the private news of the former imperial capital's first golden bachelor had been revealed, it would certainly cause a storm in the imperial capital. If people knew that Finnley's victim image in front of others was fake and that he was a hypocritical domestic violence man, women who dreamed of marrying Finnley would definitely feel disillusioned. In addition, the mistress, Sabrina, seemed to have a rich love history. Before becoming Finnley's lover, she had planned to hook up with other men, but she had failed before she could start carrying it out.