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

The young woman immediately enters her role as a mistress who must please Adrian. Raisa's hands lifted Adrian's hands that wrapped around her neck from behind. Then she turned her chair so that she was face to face with Adrian. The man smiled thinly, seeing a seductive smile on the corner of Raisa's lips. The young woman stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around Adrian's neck and stood on tiptoe and then…. KISS! KISS! KISS!

They were festering and covered in pus. “Mom!” Shards of glass cut her arm, and blood streamed down. Yet, she kept urging me to run. I glared at Gerard and his three accomplices. They instantly surrounded Tarni and looked at me defiantly. “What’s your problem? You barged in here uninvited. We’re already being generous by not blaming you! “Get out of here with your useless mother! She should consider herself lucky to have the honor of licking our shoes!” My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words!

“Ladies and gentlemen, let’s not forget what this man has done, and what he is capable of doing. We do not need a process to rip this vile branch away from the tree.” I let him talk. His talent with words was undeniable. He twisted the story, painting me as the mastermind of the very crimes he himself had orchestrated. He even used Marie’s name, wielding her like a weapon to stain me further. A lesser man might have tried to argue, might have scrambled to justify himself, but not me. I was ready. I had come armed. When the floor was finally mine, I stood, slow and deliberate. Every gaze fixed on me, Garrick’s eyes flashing with irritation.

I spoke in a monotone voice, tapping my nails against the glass on the nightstand to keep my nerves in check. His smirk widened, and he staggered toward me, his steps slow and heavy. His breath reeked of whiskey as he leaned in, and I had to resist the urge to turn my face away. “I’m sorry, princess,” he slurred. “Next time, I’ll remember that.” Next time? I fought the urge to grimace. There would be no next time. “So, Ashley,” he drawled, using the fake name I had given. “Show me what you’ve got. Make me remember this night forever.”

I shouted out through the door and explained, "You've got the wrong person! I'm no side chick!" I thought that things would be alright once I cleared up the situation. Surely, they'd let me out once they knew that they'd gotten the wrong person! But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!"

*DREAM* I am being dragged back to my room, barely able to walk. The Mistress was in a very bad mood today and even though I had done everything she wanted, she beat me up, whipping me with her favorite whip ten times over my back. I felt my flesh open on the back and knew I would be bleeding.

Her sweet voice cuts the air like a poisoned whisper, and once again, the contrast between her gentle tone and the situation I find myself in sends chills down my spine. My heart races, pounding with a fury bordering on despair. What does she want from me? “What are you going to do? I changed my mind, I’ll take the blame!” The anguish fills my voice, and I feel a coldness in my chest as I realize I am one step away from death. She stares at me, her gaze cold as ice, but there’s a gleam of cruel satisfaction in her eyes. “It’s too late for that.” The false lament in her voice only heightens my despair. “The Mistress is in a hurry. She wants you dead. I tried to help you, but you took too long

*DREAM* I am being dragged back to my room, barely able to walk. The Mistress was in a very bad mood today and even though I had done everything she wanted, she beat me up, whipping me with her favorite whip ten times over my back. I felt my flesh open on the back and knew I would be bleeding.

He looked at me with a sarcastic smirk. "You bitch...",he shouted making me shiver. "You had the audacity to frame my princess.You dare hurt her.You paid those men to rape my little princess. " "Mr.King.,trust me,I don't know those men ,I didn't frame ....",I tried in vain to prove my innocence.

The woman in the mirror looked back at me, poised and confident, radiating an aura of alluring control. The game has just begun. Ashley, enjoy the hellish fiesta I've prepared for you. When your broken body gets dumped on the manor's lawn, I'll personally deliver the saddest eulogy. Everyone in the Bloodmoon Pack will understand how miserable the end is for those who try to take what doesn't belong to them.