His Mistress My Revenge Novels & Stories

“Excuse you?” “I’m willing to overlook everything you've done and we can call it even, as long as you introduce me to your patron. Foster a relationship and then,” His gaze slid over her meaningfully. “Even if you’re not the Sterling's legitimate daughter… I wouldn’t mind keeping you as a mistress. After all, you did a good job warming my bed in the past, now–” Before he finished, the sound of the slap echoed sharply through the boutique as Mirena struck him across the face without the slightest hesitation, her palm burning as his head snapped to the side.

He did not look at Nathan. "I orchestrated the operation," he said. "Not all of it. But enough of it. I recruited Serena at nineteen. I paid her handlers. I built the DNA report. I gave the woman named Claire a rehearsed script and a note under her windshield. I signed the instructions with the initials M. V. because I wanted them traceable, if it ever came to it, to a man I knew you would not have the imagination to look for." "Why." "Because Richard promised me revenge against you, and because I was owed it."

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

I KEEP MY SECRET TO MYSELF NOBODY KNOWS HOW I OPERATE I JUST GIVE ORDERS AND THEY FOLLOW NO QUESTIONS ASKED TO BE HONEST I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN CUS IT WAS HER FIRST TIME BUT I NEEDED TO GO HARD ON HER SHE'S TOO SOFT AND TO BE WITH ME SHE NEEDS TO HARDEN HER HEART ❤️ SHE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT THE WORLD I CRUEL MY SWEET BRIDE I WILL MAKE YOU SOO ALONE TO THE EXTENT THAT YOU WILL ONLY NEED ME AND ONLY YARN FOR ME . . COME IN DOCTOR LISA THE MAID SAID,OUR MISTRESS NEEDS YOUR SERVICE SHE'S IN THE MASTERS BEDROOM OK THANK YOU I'LL SEE TO HER MYSELF YOU MAY LEAVE AM SORRY I CAN'T OUR MASTER TOLD US TO STAY TILL D WHOLE PROCEDURE IS DONE AFTER THE MISTRESS TREATMENT WHE SHOULD CLEAN HER PROPE

“My Lord, I'm sorry but Mistress has returned to the slave room. The festival is over and she decided that you no longer had an excuse to keep her in your custody without raising brows in the Hall of Alphas. She was thinking about your welfare, my Lord.” “And here you are,” I attacked him without reason, “making excuses for her. You didn't stop her from returning to that room and you have the guts to stand before me?” He fell to his knees before me, his head bowed in shame. Valiantly, he offered his bone knife to me in submission. “I have failed you, my Lord. Mistress is not one to be compelled to do anything but that is not an excuse for my incompetence. I am terribly sorry and I deserve wh

“Yes.” “Now, come, my dear. Let your tight little cunt have its bliss.” Like fireworks, the blonde shrieked with pleasure, jerking uncontrollably. Miles held onto my arm, his fingernails gently digging into my flesh. It wasn't painful; instead, it fueled my desire to be pleasured. He traced his hand over my hardened nipples, teasing each through the fabric of my clothing. He nibbled and circled, intensifying my arousal. “You've been a good girl,” the Mistress complimented, retrieving the whip. She delivered three successive hard lashes across the blonde's stomach and breasts. With each strike, her skin tore, yet she moaned in satisfaction.

The caption underneath read: An anonymous source reveals that Zane Romano’s long-time ex, attorney Dianna Valdez, may have never truly left his side. Has the “former lover” returned as the hidden mistress? Mistress. A word dirtier than any profanity I’d ever heard in court. I sat on the edge of the bed, towel slipping, water dripping from my hair onto my shoulder. The world could burn, and I’d probably still notice that stupid headline used quotation marks around former lover.

she murmured softly, "and you will, call out for Vespera, and let the darkness guide you. Allow the shame to make it all the sweeter." Lyra sucked in a breath, horror slamming into her chest, mortification curling tight in her gut. The Mistress ran a slow, lazy finger over Lyra’s swollen lips. “Mmm,” she mused. “Now that was delicious.” Lyra’s stomach turned. “No…” she whispered, but it was weak, unconvincing. “Oh, Lyra,” the mistress murmured. “You poor, sweet thing. You thought it was him, didn’t you?” Lyra turned her head to the side, humiliation scarring her cheeks, unwilling to admit what the Mistress already knew.

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

“You’ll behave, won’t you, my dear? I mean, look at all you have to lose now.” I didn’t want to be a mistress, so what could I lose? “A servant caught out informing on her master would just be banished, you know. But now? Now you’re a royal mistress. Now, what you’ve done is treason. We execute people for that.” I felt myself go pale. I shook my head. I wasn’t a traitor! I was only doing what he demanded. “Don’t worry. As long as you are useful, I won’t dispose of you like that,” Prince Marcus said. “And who knows? We are mates. Maybe I’ll really fall deeply in love with you.” He laughed. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”