His Mistress My Revenge Novels & Stories

“You think I care about what the world says? What matters is that Argan loves me. I’m the one in his heart—not you.” I stared at her, my voice low but piercing. “If you’re so sure of that, then why—after five years—are you still in the same place? A mistress.” “DEVIA!” Revania screamed, her face crimson. She raised her hand again, but I stepped back slightly, making her stumble. “Don’t touch me,” I said coldly. “I won’t lower myself to fight a woman who chooses to live in a man’s shadow. You want to slap me? That only proves your desperation.”

"Don't forget we're not divorced yet!" His grip was painful against my already tender skin. But I felt only cold anger. "You're not divorced either," I replied calmly. "But that didn't stop you from parading around with your mistress." The word 'mistress' hit its target perfectly. Isabella's gasp was so theatrical it could have won awards. "I'm not a mistress!" she cried. Tears sprang instantly to her eyes. The speed of her emotional response was impressive. She'd clearly perfected this performance over years of practice.

I had been an oracle since birth. Whatever I said would come true. When I first started to speak, I said that my father was going to be rich. That night, my father won a lottery that was worth a hundred million dollars. When I was six, I said the village chief’s grandson would return home safely. The next day, someone found him covered in dirt at the village entrance. When I was eighteen, I commented online that Harrison Corporation, which was almost going bankrupt, would bounce back. As expected, two weeks later, their share prices reached a new height. Hence, Brown Corporation invited me as a respectable guest due to my accurate predictions. However, I had just barely stepped thr

Why was she here… And then I felt it. Before I could do anything, I saw the familiar face that made my stomach twist and my pulse skip. Jessica. She had followed the mistress. I wondered how I had fallen for this type of scheming woman. She even investigated my family. Now she wanted revenge or what because I had sent her husband Evidence. This mistress was just little chess piece she could use against me. Her lips curved into that faint, knowing smirk I hated. She leaned close, her voice low, brushing against my ear, and I felt her breath like fire.

My pussy is already dripping down my thighs. Jax and Marcus circle me like wolves. “Start the stream properly,” Marcus orders. I hit record on all cameras. The red lights blink on. Mr. Reynolds unzips his pants and slaps his thick cock across my face. “Open your fucking mouth, Mrs. Cheated-On. Time to show the world what a desperate revenge whore you really are.” I part my lips, eyes watering with a mix of shame, rage, and overwhelming lust, and take the first cock of my revenge down my throat.

“I will send you away, somewhere safe, somewhere quiet. You’ll have the best care for that child. You’ll be trained, refined, and remade. And years from now, when the time is right, you will return. But you won’t return as a mistress or a victim.” He reached out, his fingers brushing the silk of my sleeve. “You will return as my wife.” That made me pause. “We will walk back into that mansion together, and we will take everything David thinks is his. His pride, his company, his sanity. What do you say, Sandra? Are you ready to die so you can finally learn how to live?” I looked at him, seeing the same ruthless ambition in his eyes that I felt burning in my own heart. I thought of David laughi

On the other end, the mistress gave a light, mischievous laugh. “Oh, Claire, don’t you trust me anymore? After everything we have done together? You know I live for this kind of chaos.” Claire smirked, lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper. “That is exactly why I called you. Because I know you will enjoy every second of it. Consider it… a gift from me to you. You get him all night, and I get what I want at his home.” “Now that,” the mistress purred, “sounds like the Claire I love. Always scheming. Always two steps ahead.”

Whether this was for my benefit or to keep me from being seen and my whereabouts reported, I didn't know. My mistress didn't work. She was beautiful, with full breasts, a red head with eyes that were so gray they seemed like mist. Her skin was flawless, a creamy ivory that I secretly envied. I stayed with her sometimes, brushing her hair or helping her with little things she wanted done. She never tried to seduce me, offering small kisses and gentle touches when I had done something especially pleasing to her. She called me pet and I knew that I must obey her, but I also knew she wasn't my real owner. He was. My Master.

She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” With the lustful gaze, but is hungry to kill and see them die. The Mistress looks at the pathetic king she once serve, idolize, loved, and adore, but since the huntress who stole everything from her including him, and is now fighting her minions in front of her. She could not resist her urge and lustful desire to rip her into pieces, as she whispers and calls her by her once title. “The huntress.”

Ariel yelled at the man, “You piece of trash! She’s your wife! How could you hit her in front of your mistress?” Being called a mistress got to the young lady’s nerves. “Who on earth are you? Mind your own business, you shrew!” Ariel’s temper started to flare when she saw how arrogant the mistress was. “Seems like the world is coming to an end. Who becomes a prostitute at such a young age and even has the guts to show off about it? One look at you tells me that you’re cheap!” Upon saying so, she walked over and gave the mistress a slap. She would hold in her anger when she saw Serena but found it impossible to do the same when she came across another mistress. This woman was so arrogant and