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

The humiliation was worse than the pain. But that wasn’t enough. Her eyes fell on a silver letter opener on the counter. The blade was sharp, glinting under the lights. Bianca snatched it, her face twisting with sadistic glee. “You’re so proud of that face, aren’t you? You look down on me?” She pressed the cold, sharp blade against my cheek. “Now,” she whispered, her voice giddy with madness, “I’m going to carve the word ‘WHORE’ right on this pretty face. Let’s see who’ll want you then.”

I yelled, and I saw him spit out a mouthful of blood–I had bitten his tongue. “You really have forgotten all my teachings. Perhaps I should remind you?” Kaius asked as he licked his lips, and slapped him again. “Wake up! If you think you can control me just like you did years ago, then you better think again. You murdered my unborn child and act as though nothing happened?” I asked, my voice getting low as my eyes glistened with angry tears. All the emotions I had felt years ago when my child was taken away came rushing back. How dare he think he could control me again?

Eren moaned in relief. Then she made him watch a replay. A screen above them played Gabriel’s orgasm on loop. His shame. His raw submission. Eren’s cock throbbed. But Mistress leaned in and whispered. “You don’t get to cum tonight.” He whimpered. Mistress stood before the room. Hands on both leashes. “These are mine,” she declared. No one challenged her.

"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

With my blood flared up again, I shifted my gaze to the knife at the side, before immediately walking up to it and holding it unto my hands tightly, even though it slowly started to cut me too If that's the case and there's really another fucking woman in his life, then the so called mistress would get ready to die.... With my raging words out of my lips, I spatted right out. "Dear mistress, I swear on my blood, I WOULD FIND YOU HOME WRECKER AND WHEN I DO, THAT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU WOULD SEE THE WORLD, CAUSE I WOULD END YOU!!" Holding the knife on my hand a lot tighter with my blood dripping down, yet again I felt as my blood shooted right up wilder, crazier...

she pleaded as tears rolled down her pale face. " You bitch! What do you think? That I'm here for money? To fuck with you! My master sent me here to kill you and that I will do! How dare you betray my boss trust in you?? You went away to another man and made my boss life miserable. You dirty bitch!" She spat angrily

“So, you think you can actually kill me?” The mistress merely waved her hands in the air. “You’re confidence irks me so much; how ‘bout we break it a little, shall we?” She didn’t wait for Dark to answer; instead, she pointed the stars one by one, their twinkles becoming a little brighter as they moved toward each other. From its brightness came the picture of a woman screaming in the forest, the sky aglow with thousands of stars and the moon beaming down at them as though the woman hasn’t had enough.

“Tell me who you belong to.” I didn’t move. The whip cracked—once, twice, three times. Pain erupted across my skin, each strike slicing deeper. My body tensed, my chest heaving. The taste of blood filled my mouth again, warm and metallic. And then, the word tore from my lips. “Mistress.” Lyrita smiled, pleased. She ran her tongue over the bleeding wound, tasting it like a victory. “Say it again,” she purred. I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Mistress.”

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

Madame Francesca spat as hatred burned in her eyes. --To be continued… Please support my other works: Conquering the Emperor Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion