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“She knows that we were fucking each other behind her back. In our own home.” My heart stopped beating. My eyes widened as I stared at him, the blood completely draining from my face. “She found them, Sandra. She saw the video tapes. The sex tapes we made,” David confessed, the brutal reality hanging in the quiet air between us like a executioner’s axe. “She watched it. Every single thing. There was absolutely nothing left for me to say to defend myself, because the truth was right there in front of her. She knows you were my mistress.”

She looked down at her warm coffee cup, rubbed the edge of the rim, and then looked back up at me. “I was so angry at you for a very long time,” she said honestly, her voice low. “I genuinely thought you were his secret mistress.” She chuckled like she was making fun of herself. “I thought you were the reason my marriage fell apart into pieces. It took me months of pain to finally see you as a real person instead of just the main cause of my sadness.” She paused for a second. “But you are not the person who lied straight to my face. Flynn did that all on his own. You were just… there. You were just trying to survive the storm yourself. Exactly like I was trying to do.”

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“no, we will take the child with us, I can’t live my blood with that woman, she doesn’t even care a flinch about him” “how soon can we do this, my love” Sarah asked now more greedy in her of being the wife of a rich man she never thought she would one day be a wealthy woman from being a woman who had nothing. She always admired Priscilla and how wealthy she was, she envied her for being born from a silver platter while she was born in the ghetto with nothing to show or present. Mr Lodipo responded to her with a smile, “Everything will be done before tomorrow, she will wake up a woman with nothing tomorrow.” He said boldly.

She briefly wondered if her mistress would want her to say these things out loud. Her mistress had been referring to Angela as "kitten" and "sweetie" now. She had never heard her mistress refer to her as her mistress's sex slave or anything like that. Her mistress had treated her very well and had never disciplined her or talked down to her. Her mistress had held her close and comforted her when Angela had broken down last night, then had made her feel much better by fucking her into exhaustion. Her mistress seemed to care about how she felt and what she wanted. Her mistress had never tried to force anything on her, even on her first night here, her mistress had been commanding but gentle wi

"You think you can waltz in here, unwanted and unwelcome, moving freely as if your filthy self owns this place?" "Mistress," Emeriel gritted out, one hand reaching up to clamp firmly around Mistress Sinai’s fist, preventing her from pulling any harder and potentially scalping her. “Let go, let’s discuss this like two adults.” "There is only one adult here, and it's not you. You are nothing but a mere fly. Let me remind you, that you are only as free as I allow you to be—OUCH!" The mistress screeched. Emeriel had stomped down hard on the mistress's foot, forcing her grip to loosen.

If only she could see beyond the beastly mask. Underneath the mask was a young twenty-four year old lady who needed freedom from the shackles of slavery. I was no Adrian, I was just his slave. One who should carry out his dirty works with no complaint, one who had to whore around for her father's company's interest, one who is now planning the abduction of her sister with a man who whips her during sex.

“As long as you apologize, I guarantee Monica won’t pursue the matter of you inciting violence.” I clicked my tongue. “But I didn’t just incite violence,” I said lightly. “I also spread the news that she climbed into your bed and became your mistress. You’ve already paid for so many front-page headlines, so why not have them polish Monica’s image a little? After all, doesn’t she insist she’s not a mistress?” Monica’s eyes reddened, her expression stubborn. “I remember the kindness you showed when you sponsored my education; that’s why you’re like an older sister to me. But you can’t insult my dignity like this.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.