Fake Mistress Novels & Stories

It was a sneer, thick with disgust. “Who the hell is this?” Marco’s voice was rough with a hangover and irritation. “Another crazy bitch trying to get into my bed? How the hell did you get this number?” I frowned. “I am Seraphina Valenti. Your fiancée.” “Valenti?” Marco barked out a laugh, a raw, ugly sound full of contempt. “You mean the family whose little heir is hiding in Europe like a coward? Listen, I don’t care who you are. Stop bothering me with this pathetic bullshit. I’m not interested in some washed-up princess with nothing but a name. You want money? Call my accountant.”

she snapped I got in quickly and she drove off without sparing me a glance Well I never thought being a slave is gonna be easy Moscow briefed me why most women bought male slaves He said it's to satisfy their s£xual urge since their husbands we're so busy for them And truth be told majority of the people that attended tonight we're mid aged women I thought I'll be brought by one as a s£x slave but I was wrong I received the shock of my life when I got sold off to the pretty lady I saw earlier I was so happy... thinking that she'll be nice but hell was I wrong ! After my new mistress conversation with the lady I assume is her cousin I knew she's nothing close to nice We got into the room whic

I stammered. ‎He did not answer. Instead, he mocked my voice, repeating my words with cruel precision. ‎Then he pulled out his phone. ‎“What makes this even more amusing,” he said coldly, “is that you cheated. You swore you belonged to me, yet you were Adrian’s secret mistress.” ‎He pressed play. ‎The room filled with Kael and Adrian’s voices. ‎"Say it again. She is your what?" ‎"She is my mistress," ‎The recording ended.

It had been a long night for all of them, she had little to no sleep with Leonardo in constant pain. She made her escape through the room and received the call from her burner phone. It was a phone she kept solely for communicating with her mole who was one of the ladies she was managing at the brothel. She saved her from a terrible past mistake and made her independent and for that reason she pledged her alliance to her years ago. Fantasia Bisk managed to charm her way into Adam Fin’s life therefore making herself become his ally and most trusted mistress earning her the privilege of knowing most of the gangs dark secrets and plots. With her help, along with her mother Nina, she got all the

I insisted. He stopped walking and turned to me. “You will get rid of that baby, or this relationship is done. I think you should be the one to choose, Vanessa,” He replied. Before I could say another word, he left the room and closed the door, leaving me all alone. Tears flow down from my eyes while I stare at the door where he was standing earlier. I applied for a job in his company to earn money and have a better life. I got accepted as his secretary. My intentions were pure during that time. I never intended to flirt or take advantage of his weakness. All I know was, I need to do what I was assigned. Being his mistress never entered my head, not for a single time. But, I became one.

He was able to hold all those insult in him despite knowing the truth and yet refusing to bring down her name before her parents, maybe he probably understood that they were hurt and had wanted a scape goat to lash their anger on and then Damon was their piñata. The day was going too fast with Damon making rash decisions, he didn't hold himself back from exposing every bit of Elizabeth secret especially the one that had to do with her faking a report stating he was sterile so as to hide the fact that she'd lost her womb only for her to find a surrogate afterwards to cover up. So in a way, Damon and I were just victims in this whole mishap. What was shocking about everything was the arrival o

he said slowly. “T-Tell me.” “Well, when I managed to get a pardon from Mr Cartelli and landed, I got a call. See, I was her next of kin…” Oh no. “This is the part where most people would say she got into an accident or something along those lines, but instead, I was told she’d been murdered in the apartment she had over here. As it turns out, the company she’d practically built off the ground had betrayed her — while she was with me, at some point, a man she originally hired to be her assistant got more and more powerful. He had a say by then in the company, so when he brought in a family of similar stature to the Cartellis at the time, all she could do was sit back.

Benjie shouted at me but I'm not dumb enough and follow his command. "Come on, let's stop playing hide and seek and maybe I'll spare you the punishment for being such a silly woman. Do you really think you can get out of this place? Fuck! I wanna kiss you, I bet your lips taste better than your mother." I can't help but grit my teeth in annoyance when I heard what he just said. I clasp my hand trying my best to calm myself as I'm already on the verge of showing myself to him and punch his ugly face until no one can recognize his face again. I fucking hate it every time he mentions my mother.

She stammered. She slowly regained her composure and lowered herself to a seat before him. She looked around, taking stock of his office. Edmund's voice drew her attention back to himself. "What is your name?" He inquired. "Gina Parker," She said with a small smile. She'd prepared a fake name and forged fake documents to support her claim. Before Edmund ever found out that they were fake, she would have already completed her mission and left him alone. "Tell me, Gina Parker," Edmund said, knitting his brows, "What makes you fit to be my personal assistant? And do you have any previous experience at the job?"

she whispered as she turned around and walked out of the office. **** As Tamara sat through her meetings, a new plan had formed in her head. One guaranteed to make Chelsea the number one suspect of David’s blackmail. Tamara was out of her depths and she knew it. She needed to create a fake i*******m account that would look professional and real. That was the only way to trick Chelsea into accepting the fifty million she planned to plant. With a sigh of defeat, she picked up her phone to call Marco. “What are you doing?” Tamara’s head jerked up as Francesca strolled into her office.