His Mistress My Revenge Novels & Stories

I whispered. The Goddess wasn’t answering. Kale wasn’t answering. No one was. Only him. Only Dorian. ⸻ “I will do it,” I whispered as I collapsed to my knees on the cold marble of his chambers. My body trembled so badly I could barely hold myself upright, but the words tore themselves out of me anyway. “…I will be your mistress.” The room was silent except for my ragged breathing. I couldn’t bring myself to look up. The humiliation burned through my skin, hotter than any slap or bruise I’d ever taken. My pride was nothing, completely stripped away, left scattered on the floor between us.

Her sweet voice cuts the air like a poisoned whisper, and once again, the contrast between her gentle tone and the situation I find myself in sends chills down my spine. My heart races, pounding with a fury bordering on despair. What does she want from me? “What are you going to do? I changed my mind, I’ll take the blame!” The anguish fills my voice, and I feel a coldness in my chest as I realize I am one step away from death. She stares at me, her gaze cold as ice, but there’s a gleam of cruel satisfaction in her eyes. “It’s too late for that.” The false lament in her voice only heightens my despair. “The Mistress is in a hurry. She wants you dead. I tried to help you, but you took too long

The text was terse and professional. Location secured. Tonight. Midnight. The old warehouse pier on the East River. You bring the files. He comes alone. If you compromise the rendezvous, the deal is off. Do not try to trick us. I smiled, a slow, predatory expression spreading across my face. He agreed. He was running on revenge, and he needed the final answers about the betrayal that started it all. I knew he wouldn't tell his mother, not yet. This was his chance to confirm the depth of Ines's depravity before he made his final, cataclysmic move against her. The power felt exquisite.

She looked innocent on the outside but on the inside, she was just as vindictive and mean. “I know,” my voice is tight, “you don’t need to remind me.” Slap. My head hits the window as she strikes me across the face with the palm of her hand. “Lesson one, never talk back to your mistress,” she snarled. Bitch. I put a hand to my cheek, which is still stinging. Marissa sits back with satisfaction written all over her face. She’s been waiting for the perfect opportunity to hit me, and I had just given it to her.

Unfortunately, the rose-colored glasses of the past were too thick, and I had not been able to see his true nature clearly. Coming back to my senses, I saw Martin reaching out to help me gather the ashes from the floor. "Stella, I didn't know Mom's condition was that serious. I thought you were lying to me. I'm sorry... Can you please forgive me?" Just as he was about to touch Claire's ashes, I shoved him away hard. "Get away from me, you murderer! What right do you have to touch her ashes? Don't dirty Mom's path to peace." Martin lost his balance and his forehead struck the broken fragments on the floor. Blood immediately gushed from the cut and trickled down his chin.

“Be my mistress. For, let’s say, a year. You’ll live with me, cater to my needs, and in return, I’ll make sure those men never bother you again. You’ll be safe. Protected.” The words hit me like a slap, igniting a storm of rage and humiliation. My mouth fell open, shock rendering me speechless for a moment. Mistress? Mistress? He thinks he could buy me, like I was some cheap liability to be owned? My hands shook, as I boiled over, drowning out the fear, the exhaustion, everything. “How dare you?” I spat, my voice rising, sharp and venomous. “You think I’m some kind of whore you can just… purchase? Fuck you, Daniel!” I yelled as my chest heaved with the force of my anger. “I’d rather die than

Only then did he pull out a thick coil of rope and bind me tightly to the window pillar. I could only brace my body and desperately keep my balance. The moment I tried to struggle, I would lose my footing and fall out the window, hanging headfirst in midair. Seeing the terror on my face, Orion was clearly satisfied. He gripped my chin tightly. "Gold-digging witch. That’s all it takes to scare you? Didn’t you say back then that as long as I gave you money, you’d do anything? You can’t even handle this little bit of suffering. How are you supposed to beg other men for money in the future?"

And now his sister's boyfriend was standing in his company, telling me to question my husband twice. I had come here to find out who was being called Mrs. Brown. Instead, I was beginning to wonder whether the affair was only one part of a much larger problem. Marcus took a step back. “Vivian, we need to talk now.” “We have nothing to discuss. I have nothing to tell you…,” she paused. “You promised me you would explain. Why are you going back on your words?” “Not here, Marcus.” She sighed deeply, “Not here!” “Then when?” He lowered his voice, gazing at her with soft eyes.

"But you chose to kill me instead! How am I supposed to forgive you? How could I ever forgive a monster who kept lying to me for money?" The pouring rain blurred my vision and muffled my hearing. Slowly, everything faded into silence. I never realized Scarlett cared about me that deeply. I thought she'd never forgive me for cheating on her, and that my only way out was to get rid of her. I never realized I'd chosen the one path that would lead to my death. … When I came to, I was in a police interrogation room. I was caught red-handed for hiring someone to kill Scarlett. And it didn't take long for them to dig up evidence of Madeline's murder.

Angeline said, "If the mistress wins, then there will be no punishment." He spoke out from a sense of justice, "Shouldn’t she be punished severely?" Angeline was so terrified that she swallowed her saliva constantly. She could not even speak fluently anymore. "Let’s see if you can resist the mistress’ seduction then." Jay rolled his eyes at her. "Let’s begin then." Angeline sat in front of him. She could already sense the austere and dreadful aura lingering around him. He glanced at her with other intentions in mind and thought to himself, ‘I’ll defeat her so that she’ll put away the thought of becoming a mistress.’