Novel & Cerita His Mistress My Revenge

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

Anna, the mistress, is emotionally cold but vengeful, and believes another woman may finally bring Jacob his comeuppance where does the beautiful actress Alice Castillo, said to be his only true love, fit in? Mira was suddenly even more shocked by her shameless, reckless behavior. Clearly, Jacob has no morals. And she herself had almost become a victim of his magnetic sensuality. Time to use her natural brain. Why did she have to stay in Córdova? It would be crazy to risk another uneasy meeting with Clara. Jacob just needs to tell her that his bride has left him. He could even truthfully add that his wife had a surprise meeting with his mistress— exit Wife.

he closed the door behind me, then began making his way to the driver's side. Both hands on the steering wheel, he gave me a sheepish look of guilt. "Sir, do you realize what you're doing to her? You're killing her from the inside. I know Ms. Katherine, she loves you. She's a wonderful woman inside and out, I don't want you throwing all of that away over some broad you met at a pub," the car was slowly put into motion, making it's way down the drive. ∞∞∞

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?"

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me." She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave—I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist. With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.

"But we aren't married yet." Her glare is diamond-bright and sharp enough to cut steel. "In the mind of that man out there you are. You are Mistress Kane. Now, Mistress, what do you want us to do? How can we serve you?" I think of Micah, lying still in the next room and my blood starts to boil. "I want revenge, Violetta," I growl. "I want McAllister's head on a platter." "Good," she nods approvingly. "That's more like it."

I realized he had been planning this all along, from the moment he hired me. ‘I built you,’ he’d said, and the son of a bitch believed I was his to do as he pleased. Once again, I had let a man fool me, once again, I had been played by a man who thought of only himself. My eyes were dry, and my expression hard when I looked up to face Xavier. “Which of the pathetic men I destroyed sent you to get revenge?” The smile that curved his lips was cold, ruthless, and it lit up his eyes.

If he could make me forget the father of my child, I could make him doubt the fidelity of his mistress. I spent the afternoon playing the role of the “reformed” wife. I didn’t hide in my room. I moved through the house with a quiet, submissive purpose, always lingering just long enough to drop a drop of venom. I made sure to leave a tab open on his private tablet—an article about “paternity fraud among corporate socialites”—and then quickly closed it with a flustered apology when he walked in. “I’m sorry, Daniel,” I said, my eyes wide and shimmering with fake tears. “I’m just… I’m so worried about the family legacy. I want everything to be perfect for the gala. I don’t want anyone to laugh a