Fake Mistress Novels & Stories

She stares at Sarah Gray and says, "Sarah Gray, please find out the truth! It's your brother who pesters me and stays at my door in the middle of the night. I can't drive him away! If you have time to come here and make a splash, it's better to go back and persuade your brother not to pester me!" Sarah Gray laughs, "Haha, you could make it up! As for my brother's position, will he pester you? Don't put gold on your face, you are the life of being a mistress! Five years ago, you sold yourself for money, and five years later, you become a third party in other people's marriage! "Oh, my god! Is this true or false? Has Nina Morrison been a mistress for a long time?" People who are watching grow

"This woman is acting like she's the wife. She's a mistress, but she went to catch him cheating? What level of shamelessness is this?" "I'm guessing the brother-in-law isn't good-looking but is rich." "I can't believe I heard a mistress catching another mistress in the act. Thanks a bunch!" "It feels like we're playing some twisted riddle game here!" "I don't understand how she explains this filth so casually." "Take notes, everyone. She miscarried, but all those illegitimate children out there still get legal inheritance rights!" "Hey, how do you live in this world? You're wasting oxygen. If I were you, I would dig a hole and bury myself in it!"

I fucked her, hips slamming into hers, she wrapped her legs around me, pressing me deeply inside her, met every thrust. I paused, she cursed under her breath. I leaned down. Bit her neck. “Tell me,” I growled. “Tell me the truth.” I slammed in hard. She moaned, throwing her head back. “They're not mine,” I thrust in again she gasped. And continued. “I faked the pregnancy, told Richard they were his to get him to marry me, I was tired of being his mistress. They're not mine.” I thrust harder, deeper than before, she cried out… nails raking my back. I flipped her onto her stomach. Entered her from behind. I gathered her hair, pulling her head back. “Say it again… did you fuck them?”

“Once Artemis sees this, she’ll believe he’s been lying to her the whole time.” I flipped through the images, my pulse quickening with satisfaction. This was it. The perfect trap. “How do we get this to her?” I asked. Victor smirked. “Leave that to me.” The First Strike A week later, the scandal broke. The headlines were brutal. Aidan Caught in Late-Night Rendezvous with Mystery Woman! Paparazzi-style photos of Aidan and the fake mistress flooded the internet. The fabricated text messages leaked, painting him as a man torn between two lovers.

“A very important and lucrative deal. And it involves you and Rick, yes. But I can’t tell you more than that. It’s confidential.” I laughed mockingly and moved closer to her. I pressed the gun against her temple, making her whimper. “A secret deal? A confidential deal? You expect me to buy that crap?” I said, shaking my head. “You’re lying, young lady. You’re lying through your teeth. And I hate liars. So you better tell me the truth, or else…” “OK, fine. I’m actually doing business with him. I’m his mistress. A friend, but a mistress at the same time. And we have this business where I’m supposed to come here and ruin your marriage with him,” she confessed.

Adrianna’s heart races as she stares at the television screen, the flickering images of her face juxtaposed against headlines that scream betrayal. The news anchors drone on, their voices dripping with curiosity and judgment. “Adrianna Houston, rumored mistress of billionaire Lance Vallerand, now faces scrutiny as his engagement to Bianca Hart approaches.” Her chest feels tight, a suffocating band constricting her lungs. Wade steps closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and disdain.

“Girl, calm down. Trust the police. The legal sweetheart isn't even screaming. What right does a mistress have to rush the police like this?” “You! I'm gonna be his wife! He promised that to me!” Not wanting to lose in a petty argument with a girl she doesn't know, Phyllis coldly shut her down. “Whatever. Mistresses all have one thing in common. They are all shameless.” Rui gently took the phone from Ann's hand. “Thank you so much, Phyllis.” “No worries, babe. Just tell your husband to get me a VIP ticket at Luna's concert next month~”

She just kept pushing, peeling away my fake little act layer by layer, until every ugly truth underneath was laid bare. “No? Need me to call him for you?” My pupils shrank. I snapped. “And who the hell do you think you are? You’ve got no right to interfere in anything between me and—Ahh!” “Oh, I think I do,” she cut me off with a frosty laugh. “When you sent me that bogus pregnancy report, I was still Everett Robinson’s legal wife. And you… Whether you were really pregnant or just faking it, you were willingly playing the mistress. You really think this industry will keep you around after that?”

She was scrambling, probably wondering who could be behind the account. Ms. Lane: ‘What do you want?’ TheProofIsOut: ‘Five million. In exchange, I’ll forget everything I know.’ Ms. Lane: ‘That’s ridiculous! I’m just an assistant. Where would I get that money?’ TheProofIsOut: ‘Maybe you don’t have it now, but being the boss’s mistress should be worth at least that much.’ That word—mistress—would land like a slap. I knew she’d end up telling Cassian. She wouldn’t have a choice. Her reputation was already hanging by a thread.

So, she was also responsible for all the consequences that awaited her. "Hey, how is your sister do-" "Kayla! Go to room number three! Mr. Foxx will arrive shortly," Madam Lexa's shout cut off Kayla's sentence. Kayla just raised her thumb in the air, although with an annoyed expression. She hates it when her sentences are interrupted, intentionally or not. "Wow, looks like someone's going to hit the jackpot tonight," Jane teased. She knows that Mr. Foxx is not hesitant to pay more than the regular rate, especially if he's being served by someone like Kayla, one of the bar's favourites chosen by the clients.