Framed as the mistress, now i'm out for blood Novels & Stories

it's sent shivers down my spine She walked over to a closet and brought out a horse whip! This is not gonna be pretty! "Second rule...you're mine ..you're mine and mine alone..." She walked slowly In circles around me "No one is permitted to touch you"she whipped me with it heavily "Arghgggg!"I screamed "Third rule...never keep me waiting"she landed another one "Mistress please"I managed to say admist whipping "Arghgggg!!"I cried The room was filled with my pleas but she turned deaf ears

“Joseph… I will not divorce you. “If she’s going to be a mistress, she’ll always be a mistress. Her son will only ever be an illegitimate child, hidden from the world!” Then I smashed everything within reach. Tore apart every document on his desk. I unleashed all my fury in front of him. Through Joseph’s dark eyes, I saw myself as a demon clawing its way out of hell. “I’m telling you, this isn’t over! “Wherever she gives birth, I’ll make the whole hospital know she’s a mistress.

“good you are here, make it quick and leave before anyone notices you.” “yes ma'am” he responded and went behind the house with his jerrican. Priscilla proceeded to wear a mask and walked towards the car driving a little further from the house but from a distance where she could see the house. In a few minutes, the house was bursting up in flames and she looked at the house with joy.

Julian was already dressed immaculately in his expensive suit, having transformed back into the cold, rigid, and untouchable billionaire. Julian approached the bed. He dropped a black unlimited card onto the blanket right in front of Elena. "From this moment on, you will be my mistress. Use that card to pay for your college tuition and to buy whatever you need," he stated flatly, entirely devoid of expression. Elena, still wrapped tightly in the blanket, sat up abruptly. "B-but Julian, last night was just an accident. I can't keep doing this! We cannot continue," she protested, a heavy wave of guilt suddenly creeping over her.

“I didn’t! I had no idea he was married!” “Oh, you didn’t know?” Maya sneered, her gaze dripping with disdain. “That’s what every mistress says. So what? Are you selling yourself to cover your grandmother’s medical bills? You’re young. There are far better ways to make a living than tearing someone’s family apart!” Her words felt like daggers, each one stabbing into my heart. My face burned with humiliation. Just as I was about to explain, she pulled out a thick stack of cash from her bag and hurled it at me.

the woman said casually as she sat down, smiling sweetly at the camera. I winced from the pain and tried to speak, but Mandy shot me a sharp glare that shut me up immediately. “Look at this little tramp, caught red-handed and still so bold. Today we’re going to beat her so badly even her own mother won’t recognize her.” Someone grabbed me from behind. Mandy lifted my chin, angling my face toward the camera. “Sweetheart, why ruin your life being a mistress?” “A mistress? What are you talking about?” I was confused.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

Richard’s blue eyes glinted with cold fury as he turned his gaze on me, his expression unreadable but charged with authority. I folded my arms, watching Anita’s pitiful display with a mix of disgust and dark amusement. I couldn’t help but be impressed by how skilled she was at playing the victim card. A few seconds later, I said in an icy tone, glaring at Anita, “You became Richard’s mistress, bore an illegitimate child, and now you’re pretending to be the victim? It’s almost impressive how shameless you are.” Her pale face became even more ashen, and she leaned weakly against Richard’s chest, sobbing profusely.

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

Then she blinked up at him, suddenly serious. "But you can't be angry, right? Remember last time? That slut tried to flirt with you and I..." she giggled "...got rid of her uterus. You didn't blame me then. But now? She's just bleeding and you're angry? If you really are, then fine, I'll get jealous." My blood ran cold. She what? She tore out another woman's womb? That wasn't just jealousy. That was psychotic. Pure cruelty, the kind that rotted straight down to the bone.