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

"Who did, Violetta? Tell me! How did you end up with their blood all over you? How were you, of all people in their chamber? You evil witch! You lie!" "I don't know but it wasn't me! It wasn't me. Please, believe me. I was framed. Don't do anything stupid!" I sobbed as I lowered myself to my knees on the cold hard ground. My vision was blured with my warm tears but I could still see her golden shoe walk towards me.

"To ruin my engagement party? To remind my fiancé he still has a mistress?" The air froze. All conversation stopped. Everyone was staring. Mistress. The word was a knife in my heart. "I didn't—" Suddenly, Isabella threw her wine at me. The cold liquid soaked the white satin, blooming like a blood-red flower across my chest. Dead silence. "Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry," Isabella gasped, covering her mouth in a theatrical show of surprise. "My hand slipped. Just like how some people are prone to 'slipping' into places they don't belong. Like the Don's bed."

"I've been framed! I don't do drugs. I've never touched drugs in my life! This is a setup!" "Turn around, sir." "I want my lawyer! I need to call my lawyer right now. You can't do this!" The cuffs clicked into place. Marcus turned toward me, his eyes blazing with anger. "You did this! You and your mother took everything from me, and now you’re framing me for crimes I didn’t commit!" Spittle flew from his lips. "I'm going to get out of this. I'm going to make you pay. I'm going to kill all of you. Do you hear me? I'll kill every last—"

“You scheming little devil! My mate is being punished in the silver prison because of you!” “Hello! Your mate tried to rape me, he deserves whatever treatment he’s getting now” “Liar! My mate would never look at a scheming murderer like you. You framed him up” “I’m very sorry to burst your bubble, but your mate did look at me and he tried to commit sacrilege, so he deserves to be punished!” I spit back angrily and without warning, she lounges at me and pulls me by the hair. “You cruel murderer! How dare you talk to me in such a manner?”

“You know I despise traitors.” The world spun around her. Each hit blurred her vision, ringing filled her ears, and the stinging on her cheek burned like fire. Nadine could only cry softly, begging in silence for it all to end. When it was finally over, she lay still and weak. Her breath quivered, her lips were cracked, and a faint trace of blood touched her chin. Through her blurred sight, she saw Justine standing in front of her — his face dark with anger, eyes cold and unfeeling.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

but it all came out as a muffled jumble. Mistress mommy then added to me, "And you had better actually cum, slave. We do not fake our orgasm in this house, is that clear. This is as much about punishing my little slut as it is her showing you how much she cares about you. And she must accomplish this act of her love for you until you finish. Is that clear, as well slave?"

"You'll pay for what you've caused me. You will" I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the once mighty Young mistress, now reduced to an utter state of despair and nothingness. "I hate you!" Her eyes blazed with a force intensity as she yelled hysterically. Her face was a mixture of rage and desperation. The air was thick with the weight of her curses, directed squarely at both Cage and Berrilyl, whom she accused of framing her family.

If she's aiming for headlines, then she'll certainly make them. “A mistress is what you’re! Good only in bed!” Furious and ready to slap her for crossing the line, I pause as sudden sounds from the LED screen catch everyone's attention. The hall falls silent, the tension thick as gasps ripple through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the screen.

I threw the picture in my hand and stepped onto it while glaring at the wall infront of me. 'I despise you with every drop of blood in my veins' 'Now its my time to play with you...you will pay for very drop of my brother's blood which he has wasted for you' 'every drop of your blood will be my pleasure...Naomi Madison'