His Mistress My Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

"No, my lord, no! Please, listen to me! It's not what you think! I was forced to do it! My life was threatened!" He threw her to the ground, his eyes blazing with anger. "Forced? Threatened? By who? By Isabella? The same Isabella who you met in secret, behind my back? The same Isabella who you shared your secrets and your dreams with?. Oh, you must have thought I had forgotten those days when your hatred for me burned like fire. You have no fucking idea why I took you in as my mistress.” She crawled on the floor, begging him for mercy. "Please, my lord, please! Have pity on me! I beg you, don't kill me! Everything I have said is the truth.”

Something about him had always set me on edge, and seeing him here, at this party, confirmed everything I needed to know. He laughed. “This was the last place, I imagined I could find you sweet Alexa, I can't believe you ended it with Steven. You rejected me for him a couple of times, you know.” His eyes shined as he reached to touch me but I stepped back. "I thought you had some self respect after that. But imagine my shock when I find out you just ended up a mistress once again.” He said as the room went quiet. We both looked toward the stage. Luke’s speech had ended, and his eyes were now on us, burning with anger. He started moving directly toward us.

Very close to him was his mistress who was now holding her small son close. In the shadows by the arch area, a few servants were also watching with their faces pulled tight. Vanessa stared first at the woman and then the child, with open scorn. Then she turned once more to snap her head toward Nate, “You’re such a disgrace you know that” She spat, loud enough for the watching staff to hear. “Just look at the cheap woman you are trying to replace me with.” She turned back to the mistress, letting the insult settle properly like stone. The woman’s face went hard.

Mistress mommy then growled out, "You should be apologizing to our slave. You know this is a delicate and emotional time for her. Now show our slave that you love her and will take care of her. I won't have you jeopardize your relationship just because you get hot and horny. She is the girl you love and you will treat her with respect." Mistress mommy then roughly pushed mistress Chantel towards my face. Mistress Chantel quickly crawled up my body and cooed to me, as I trembled in her arms. I nestled my head into the crook of mistress Chantel's neck, as I tried to move closer to her. My restraints held me down and refused to allow me to move, as mistress Chantel continued to stroke my naked

she countered, her fists curling at her sides. "I wouldn't have risked my all for a mistress," Nate reminded her, his face hardening. A flicker of pain crossed her face upon hearing that, and her lips pulled into a sad smile. "That's what everyone's wondering. Why Nathaniel Serrano risked it all for his mistress when he could have easily gotten another," Sera shot back without losing her composure. "You're not that. Don't use that word," Nate spoke furiously. "Then should I use whore? A sex slave? Or an esco..,"

"Go for it! Doesn't it feel good to throw water onto that bitch's face? The other time, my husband brought his mistress home and I straddled her right away before slapping her again and again. It felt so fucking good!" "It's just unfortunate that the water wasn't hot. She doesn't care about her reputation anyway, so might as well just scald her." "I'm so proud of you, Madam. There's no need to waste any effort trying to talk sense into an immoral wench like her!" "Don't any of you notice that the mistress looks like a beauty guru? It wasn't clear from a far distance, but now that the camera's gotten closer, she looks so much like her!" "It's Lana!"

“My mistress. Ex mistress. Dead Mistress. Spy. Betrayer. All of the above” I cuddled deeper, watching her blue eyes sparkle in the night light as my hand gently caressed her tummy. It was big. I was almost completely blown away by how she had gradually changed over the last couple of months. It is incredible. If only I get to feel a kick. “What happened between you and your mistress?”. “I wanted to get back at who attacked you and my baby and who I fought with at the charity gala.” “Ohh. Thanks, I guess”. She said nervously.

Clear as day. Yorick stopped him. He grabbed Ethan's arm, shook his head, and let it all happen. Yeah. He let her do it. He let every cruel word, every stomp, every shred of torture happen. He allowed it. And in that moment, I knew. Between his mistress and the truth, he chose her. Always her. I wanted to scream, to curse, to rip free of this bond that chained me to him. But all I could do was stare up at him, my vision blurring with tears I refused to let fall.

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.