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Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.

I stopped myself because promises are currency I sometimes spent too freely. She blinked and a small, incredulous smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Are you serious? I can go? I am free?” The relief in her voice was immediate, like air returning to lungs that had been deprived too long. For a second it was as if the weight we had both carried for weeks evaporated. “Yes,” I said. “You are free.” Her next words spilled out, soft and sharp all at once. “How about James? How about the people that want me dead from my past dealings with Garrick?”

I know what this chat means, Alec will think twice before laying his finger on me ever again. * “Mistress do you want your hair in an up do or do you want it down.” My slave girl Kayla asked. “I want it down, that’s how Alexandro likes it. He likes to see my hair spread on the bed as he thrusts into me.” I said looking at myself in the mirror, I have come so far, a few years I was nothing but a slave girl and now I am the mistress of the quarter. I smiled at myself, soon I will set my people free from Alexandro’s tyranny, soon the witches will rule over silver lake.

the smirk on her face sent shivers down my spine. The other slaves looked at me in pity, they knew all their works combined cannot be measured to one night with the Alpha. I sank into self-pity, when will I be free of all these? I thought for more than the hundredth time. “He is here?” “ Where?” “ We are almost done,” “Right, take him there as planned.” “Good, yes, that's good,” the mistress said out loud without anyone talking to her which means someone is sending her a mental message, and my best guess is–

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

"Now that you know who we are, we are the ones who need to know something from you,'' Magnus said seriously and I was nervous. Both of them were looking at each other like they are talking telepathically and for sure they will gonna kill me. ''If you think that I will give up then you guys were wrong,'' I demanded while stretching my fingers. ''Then give us a good fight woman,'' Cassius challenged me. ''I'm used to fighting so don't ever underestimate me,'' I boldly said while removing my cap and hiding it inside my bag. I am Freeda Adelaina Miller the brave woman who can face everything and never back down in a battle.

Roksolana pushed at the rope holding her down, praying the lady wasn't thinking what she thought she was thinking of doing. Lady Miriam's face lit up cruelly when she saw Roksolana struggling against the rope. She had felt like banging the door open when she heard Sultan Jamal asking Roksolana to be his new mistress. No one had been happier than she was the moment the sultan had given her an order to be cruel to the slave. When she got to where Roksolana was tied, she smiled and lifted the blade for Roksolana to see.

That was the reason why I entrusted Eve only with him. The councilmen who were still alive, gathered around me and bowed their heads in respect. "My Lord Adrian, our mistress is not just lucky for you and your whole territory but she is as brave as you are. Wearing your warrior suit, she fought like a mistress never actually fought for their kingdom." One of the councilmen, Alex said in a proud tone. He was right. The mistresses were always sent away so they would not become a barrier for the Master to win the war. But in Eve's case, she was the one who fought and got everyone free.