Framed as the mistress, now i'm out for blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

“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!”

"The mistress who tried to destroy your marriage with a fake child, and the woman who just surfaced at Damien's door with a real one. Same firm. Six weeks apart." "Yes." He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again his voice had gone very controlled. "Then Damien is not the source of this," he said. "If Damien had orchestrated Claire, he would have used his own people, buried behind his own shells, the way a man like Damien has always done everything. He would not have parked her in the same firm that is publicly at war with your side of this. That is not how a guilty man behaves. That is how a man gets framed."

he demanded, his voice sharp. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I slowly turned to look. Where my professional résumé should have been displayed in clear text, there was instead a bold red message, each word an accusation screaming across the screen: "I am the mistress who drove my lover's wife to her death. I deserve to die!" Before anyone could remove the damning words, a male student leaped up from the crowd, his face twisted in fury as he pointed at me. "It's her! This slut destroyed my family and forced my mother, the rightful wife, to her death!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. "How can someone like her call herself a philanthropist?"

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

Ignoring Stanley, I looked Jessica in the eyes and said, "We've been together for ten years, Jessica. You know better than anyone what kind of person I am. Do you really believe that I set the fire in the old district last night?" Jessica stayed silent. After averting her gaze, she slowly declared, "Craig, I know you've always treated me well. This whole time, I believed I hadn't married the wrong man. But after what happened last night, I realized I've been deceived by your appearance all along. "Don't blame me for this, Craig. You need to face the consequences for your actions! It's not too late for you to confess to your crimes now." I withdrew my gaze, the last of my expectations toward

I KEEP MY SECRET TO MYSELF NOBODY KNOWS HOW I OPERATE I JUST GIVE ORDERS AND THEY FOLLOW NO QUESTIONS ASKED TO BE HONEST I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN CUS IT WAS HER FIRST TIME BUT I NEEDED TO GO HARD ON HER SHE'S TOO SOFT AND TO BE WITH ME SHE NEEDS TO HARDEN HER HEART ❤️ SHE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT THE WORLD I CRUEL MY SWEET BRIDE I WILL MAKE YOU SOO ALONE TO THE EXTENT THAT YOU WILL ONLY NEED ME AND ONLY YARN FOR ME . . COME IN DOCTOR LISA THE MAID SAID,OUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOUR SERVICE SHE'S IN THE MASTERS BEDROOM OK THANK YOU I'LL SEE TO HER MYSELF YOU MAY LEAVE AM SORRY I CAN'T OUR MASTER TOLD US TO STAY TILL D WHOLE PROCEDURE IS DONE AFTER THE MISTRESS TREATMENT WHE SHOULD CLEAN HER PROPE

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

“Make sure not to appear before me until you accomplish this mission.” Nodding steadily, she swallowed. “Your wish is my……” He screamed, "F*ck off my room!" and she stumbled out, slamming the door behind her. With her right hand on her forehead, she closed her eyes while leaning against the wall. As she tries to picture what happened between them, she keeps seeing flashes of the Mistress getting slammed harder. "Asshole!" she exclaimed, balling her fist. "Is not it preferable to watch you f*ck her over discovering this corpse? How am I going to accomplish this? Where will I start?” she scratched her head.

Mom, how am I supposed to live like this? She cried with such heart-wrenching anguish, as if the whole world had wronged her. This tactic seemed far more effective than any evidence. A woman about to become a grandmother, not only cheating, but dragging her pregnant daughter into disgrace as well! The outrage in the gallery flared again. "This is unforgivable! She's shameless herself and now has ruined her daughter's life too!" "Poor child, to have a mother like this. What a curse." "Women like her should leave with nothing! Not a single cent! Let her go to that scoundrel she's been seeing!"