His Mistress My Revenge Novels & Stories

He asked, probing. I cleared my throat and shook my head. "Of course, that woman is included in my plans for revenge, Sebastian. What kind of question is that? My revenge won't be complete if I don't get back at that woman. She knows Lucas is married, but she allowed herself to become his mistress. A shameless woman! She's itchy!" I yelled with frustration. A corner of Sebastian's lips rose as he stared intently at me. "You're right. I thought you had no intention of getting back at your husband's mistress," he remarked.

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

She lifted her chin and looked down at Gina—this weeping, anguished creature—with all the scorn she could muster. "You've clearly gone to great lengths to paint yourself as someone whose feelings are genuine, someone who simply couldn't help herself. Maybe you really are just a poor soul lost to temptation." Her voice was cold, deliberate. "But let me tell you something. A person who truly loves herself does not become the one to wreck another person’s love.. Another person's marriage is not a door you can just walk through. And being a mistress only brings disgrace upon yourself—no matter how desperately you claim your love was something you couldn't resist."

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

“and no, she wasn’t the reason. You’re just not my taste. End of story.” A pause. “and she is your taste?” The mistress’s voice cracked, a bitter laugh bubbling up. “you’re better than this, Marco. I’ll do what it takes to have you back.” Her words struck me harder than they should have. I bit down on my lower lip, so hard it hurt. My head was spinning, the tray growing heavier in my hands. Shame curled in my stomach like smoke. I didn’t want to be part of this — didn’t want to be some justification for someone else's rejection.

Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?" Owner her? How? Was she his property or something like that? Surely Natalia wasn't sleeping with Dominic too. Was she? Three men at the same time? Was she insane? "No. I haven't forgotten" "Good." Dropping his hand, he stepped back. "You'd better remember that the next time you open that mouth. My men will stay where they are until you find out where Orlando is. Understood"

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

“Miss, you can’t,Mr. Martins is…he’s in a meeting!” “Great,” I replied. “Let him throw me out himself.” Before she could intervene, I flung the glass door open. And there he was. William Martins, chill, sharp, and infuriatingly attractive as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Our eyes locked, and he halted. Not shocked at all. Just annoyed. Like I was a pesky fly. “Jane Mark,” he said, his voice slow. “What the hell are you doing here?”