His Mistress My Revenge Novels & Stories

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

“Young mistress, you are awake “ she heard a familiar voice say and when she turned she saw Kira and it was as if the moment she saw her all the memories came rushing back. She found out her husband was getting married to his mistress whom he had two kids on their 10th wedding anniversary “ After forsaking her family and going with him and giving all that she had away , he still had the guts to cheat on her and then treat her like trash and also disgrace her in front of the whole world . The pains she felt that day was one that she would never wish on anyone no matter how much she hated them . The door to the room opened and two doctors walked in and getting to where she was they began to ex

Let them have their moment of drama. Then came the inevitable: “What do you think you’re doing?!” That one was definitely aimed at me. Still, I didn’t turn. I kept looking outside. At the sky. The trees. The places I’d rather be. Anywhere but here.....Anywhere but inside this house, in this moment. Because here I was, the wife, sitting quietly, while my husband’s mistress stood behind me, screaming in my bedroom, acting like she belonged here. The ridiculousness of it all hit me. And I smiled.

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.

Nadia bit her lip as her eyes drew heavy from lust. He slowly stroked his cock from shaft to tip, paying extra care to his sensitive spot just below the head. The liquid pooled around his tip, growing with each thrust into his masculine hand. He was on the edge of his orgasm, the frustration deepening in his eyes. One quick thrust and he would have what he worked so hard for, but he denies his release. His mistress watched with a satisfied look on her face. " Please, Mistress have Mercy, please can I cum?" She bit her lip in frustration. "No slave, I'm not done with you yet; I want to taste you first! Now stand up and stop groveling, you pathetic worm!"

I said, not looking up from the dishes. She suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. “Don’t play dumb, you little tramp. I saw the way he looked at you during dinner. And don’t think I haven’t heard about your little first aid moment earlier.” “Nothing happened,” I said honestly. “He was just helping with my burn.” “Listen closely,” she hissed, tightening her grip on my face. “Daniel is mine. This house? It belongs to people like me. You’re just hired help. And if you think you can steal what’s mine, you’re even dumber than you look.”

“Now ride him. His face. While he’s still soaked.” Liane dropped, mounted Gabriel’s face, and cried out as his tongue found her again. Mistress sat back on the throne and spread her legs. “All of you. Watch me cum.” They did. Her fingers circled her clit, slow, precise. She watched Liane tremble, watched Eren sag, watched Gabriel give every last bit of himself. Then Mistress threw her head back and moaned — low, guttural, victorious. Her orgasm rolled through the room like thunder.

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

Photos of luxury cars in Hazel's name appeared, along with monthly transfers of 200 thousand dollars. "He uses his wife's money to buy cars and property for his mistress and provide her family with a comfortable life—all while claiming, over and over again, that he loves his wife." The room erupted. Cameras flashed wildly, every lens trained on Julian, whose face had gone ashen, and on his equally stunned parents standing beside him. Shocked, William growled, "What the heck is going on here, Julian?" Julian wanted to rush onto the stage, but security had already moved in and stopped him. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Monica, are you insane? You're destroying me!"