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She tried to save the remaining debris of her pride, even everything though it was in vain. "Do you mean Mr. Leonard forced you?" Mr. Park laughed loudly. "You think I'd believe it? It would all be bullshit if just came from your mouth, with nothing to prove it." "Anyway, for what reason did he force you to be his mistress when women even line up just to get close to him?" Naomi tried to look confident, she said, "Mr. Park, it's just a photo of us kissing, skinship can't be concluded that we're having an affair. It's just a kiss, anyone can even do it."

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

She stepped outside. Mia clasps her pillow and hurls it at the floor, "why did he betray me all for you Juliet? Why did he love you more when I'm his legal wife and you are his mistress? You almost tore the two of us from each other Juliet! I'm gonna make you pay, I'm gonna make you feel my pain. You will experience hell. I'm gonna make Jansen fall head over heels for me and I will make him forget you. I will only be the one in his heart." She clenched her fists firmly.

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

"I thought you were on a diet?" Pouting her full lips, she got another slice from the box and looked at me. "I can no longer torture myself. I miss food." Shaking my head in disbelief, I reached for the remote control and browsed on N*****x. I chose a period drama and heard no complaint from her. Feeling thirsty, she went out of the room to get a pitcher of water and a tub of ice cream? Faerie never failed to amuse me. I smirked but did not comment about her enjoying the food. I leaned my head on her shoulder and focused on the movie.

They even heard from the driver that she was Leonard's woman but their master had not pronounced her as one so most of them didn't believe that, some concluded she was just a fling but a pretty one. "Good evening, you all can go to bed. I will cook tonight." "Master won't allow that Ma'am." "I already informed him." They all stared at her amazed by it as they bowed and left one after the other, since the boss allowed her to cook they were glad they would rest that night. They all wondered what she was going to cook and if it would be good, the last person that had done something like this was Miss Karen and the food was bad, the maids had tasted the leftovers and nearly became sick afterward

“Hmmm what if something happened, he could have given me a heads up or something or even tag me along, this is madly annoying. I need to make one of this maid my friend I need to talk to someone one, how can they just bend there head and parade around without wanting to gist or play games. Boring cunts, I bet that's why they are servants, they must really love their job till the extent that they won't tolerate even a single gist with me, Aiden's mistress.” “I have never been so rich and jobless before, I am not even rich I am just enjoying my own share .I feel like a furniture in the Kardashian's

People called her out for being a mistress who wrecked families. “Wow, you really take shamelessness to new heights. This is karma!” Frightened, Angela deleted the post. She continued pestering me, demanding that I “give Mark back” to her. I ignored her nonsense, changed my phone and SIM card, and applied for an overseas exchange program through work.

I yelled, making her flinch. “I am ready.” She said. “Ready for what??” “Ready to be your mistress if that is what you want…I just want your forgiveness.” She said as tears slipped through her face. I suddenly burst into laughter. “I see…barely a day after fleeing from my house, you now have a new found confidence and that of a whore too???” “I am not a whore..…you asked me to be your mistress and if that is what it takes to get your forgiveness, I will be.” She said.

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.