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It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

But anyways, I'm glad to do this! I was to begin being his mistress next week, but he insisted I moved into his place tomorrow, while I got ready for my job there. He also said that he would have to get me some new supplies, within the weekend. As the day went by, I counted down my freedom from days to hours and then perhaps, minutes. I had this feeling of being a lamb led to the slaughter, without opening it's mouth! After all, how would I have opened my mouth, knowing fully well that my mum's life was at stake?

“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.”

Weeks of it, building a pattern with the patience of someone who was not acting on impulse. Not a coincidence but a deliberate map of another person's life, drawn before he ever walked through a door. I turned to the second page. The connection I hadn't found in the first report was there in full. Isabella Moreno, Dominic Ashford's ex-fiancée, had a history in Portland that predated her relationship with him. She and a woman named Sienna Moore had been childhood friends. They'd lost contact for years. They reconnected in Portland eighteen months ago when Sienna came to the city looking for the Thornfield family.

I hear the vile woman snap her fingers, "Lower the cuffs and bring me my implements!" I don't move as I hear movement all around me. Even when Mistress instructs some of her men to put me into the cuffs. I hang by my wrists, my feet not even touching the floor. I hear the hiss of the whip only a second before it comes down on my open back. Mistress is no Domme, so her swings are not precise, and she's very sloppy, causing more pain than Merrick ever did when he used it on me. I block myself from all feeling and let her do her worse. Only when I hear Master come in does she stop, "Jesus Christ, Greta! What the fuck are you doing?"

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.

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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

“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.