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How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

I clenched my fists, the memory igniting my anger afresh. “He offered to ‘settle’ my debts with Victor. Said he would make them disappear if I agreed to be his mistress for a year.” The word burned on my tongue. “Like I’m some whore he can buy.” Lila whistled, leaning back against the counter, her robe slipping to reveal more of her thigh. “Damn, girl. That’s a bold move, even for him.” She sipped her whiskey, her eyes narrowing. “You should take it.” I stared at her, stunned. “What?”

"Ma’am, whether a woman's life is good or not depends on finding a good man. With someone like Mr. Frost, who only has eyes for you, you should hold on tight!" Felix went on and on, desperately trying to persuade me. "Women can have their tantrums, but if it goes too far, it might give other women a chance to swoop in. Mrs. Frost, you look like a smart person. Being the honorable Mrs. Frost in Jelaston is much better than being an unseen mistress here, don't you think?" I ignored most of his words, only catching the last part. ‘Mistress?’ Felix was taken aback. "Did Mr. Smith not even acknowledge you as a mistress?"

With or without a girlfriend With or without a wife As long as they are bearable in my eyes, I will flirt with them. I two-timed and three-timed. trying to find love but no matter how hard I tried, I still can't. Then when I saw Alex after so many years, I found it again, and surprisingly, even I'm a mistress, I became loyal only to him and offered him everything. I'm actually a slut but I'm a proud slut because I never bedded a man aside from Alex.

Evil plans ~Freya~ It's only been three weeks since Gina was made the new mistress. She has made things worse than the late Madam ever would. Gina with her low tolerance and temper has made this place a living hell for all of us in the past few weeks. If there is anything I should thank her for, then it is for stopping Gary's massage. She had probably found a way to put an end to the nonsense. But still, I need to watch my back for fear that she might strike anytime.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him—the handsome yet terrifying man towering before her. Justine dropped her to the floor. Her black cap fell off, releasing her long hair. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “So, the restroom attendant turns out to be a woman…” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it harshly. “Please, sir… let me go. I’m just a worker,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between pain and tears. ---

"You're just a common mistress enjoying benefits. Look around, Louisa. You don't belong here. This is for people with class, not cheap mistresses." Cynthia spat and walks away. Loo wanted to grab Cynthia by the hair and slap her hard across the face but she knew better than to do that with the dignitaries around. Cynthia had gotten her banned from modeling once and could do much worse with the help of the public if she does anything. Loo looked around to see if anyone had heard them but everyone seemed busy chattering and drinking. Loo suddenly felt small around them. She had never felt so insulted in her entire life. She picked up her purse, without informing Jaxon, she left.

How could the daughter of a mistress be my sister? Looking at his expression, which was very similar to my dad's, I inhaled deeply. "Lucian, do you even know who your fiancee is?" His gaze faltered for a split second. It then turned gloomy. "Precisely because you are my fiancee, the future Luna Queen of the torthern territory, you should know how to take responsibility for your lack of control." He then gave an order. "Take her to the pool outside." Two guards stepped forward immediately.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"

Her fingers brushed the leash clipped to Celeste’s collar, and with one firm tug, she forced her head back. “You’ve pleased him before,” she said, her voice low, firm. “But that means nothing to me.” Celeste didn’t speak. The gag silenced her. Mistress leaned closer. “Tonight, you obey me. And if I see even a flicker of hesitation… you’ll regret it.” She fastened the gag between Celeste’s lips. The lights above dimmed. The chamber darkened—except for the stage. Showtime. — Mistress stepped back, now holding a long leather cane in one hand. With her other hand, she snapped her fingers toward the side wall.