I'm A Queen Not A Mistress Full Movie Novels & Stories

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.

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."

she questioned. "I am happy. No regret." Nerissa smiled triumphantly. "You are really crazy already, Nerissa..." Isabella muttered under her breath. "Maybe I am really a crazy woman now! And it's all because of you! You take everything from me. Do you think I didn't know that you and Mateo's going out? You are even using Amara to be close with him again..." "Now, who is the real mistress between you and me?!" she shouted. "I am not playing as mistress, Nerissa! All I want is Amara with me. Besides, after everything you did, do you think Mateo won't file a divorce case against you?" she snapped back.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

Klara stood up kicking the coffee table with her foot and walked towards Cecelia ignoring Aurora’s pleas. “You are right, I will never be the mistress” Klara said and observed the change in expression in Cecelia’s face who scoffed rolling her eyes at her and took a sip from her bottle. Finally this bitch got some brains, Cecelia thought but the protein shake tasted bitter after hearing Klara’s next words. “Because I am the queen” Klara’s lips curled into triumphant smirk as Cecelia’s face twisted in anger. “Don’t be delusional. A fragile bitch like you can never be the queen just because you are fucking Master”

“You knew? And you stayed?” “I chose to be silent,” Rita said, finally turning to look at me. Her eyes were empty, two dark pits of resigned sorrow. “I chose the name. I chose the house. I chose the ‘Golden’ reputation over the truth. Because in this world, Victoria, the truth is a fire that leaves you with nothing but ash. I traded my soul for this marble. And look at me. I am a queen of nothing.” She walked past me, her silk nightgown rustling like dry leaves. She didn’t offer me advice. She didn’t offer me comfort. She was a warning in the flesh—a vision of what I would become if I chose the path of the silent victim.

She says, acting as if she is hurt. “Firstly, it’s your king or your highness. Secondly, we were never friends. You were simply a whore I used to fuck, and it wasn’t even that good. I thank the goddess for the day she gave me my mate, wife, and your queen.” Dad says coldly. The Mistress huffs but walks over to sit in her chair. “Where is the lovely queen?” Master Killian asks. “At home, taking care of our newly born pup and the pack together with my Beta and beta female. Now can we get this meeting started? I want to go home soon.” Dad answers in a safe, cold, and strong voice full of the king's authority.

Mocking. “I am your Queen—” “You,” he growls, his eyes taking in my appearance and I realize that I still look like I just had sex with Atticus. “Are a fucking tart who doesn’t know her place. ‘Queen’ around here is just a title. One none of us recognize. While you were parting your thighs for the boy-king, we fought to claim this kingdom. The only recognition you’ll get around here is for being a sleazy whore who couldn’t even stay faithful to her mate.”

Dante’s voice was filled with absolute possession, like he was revealing a sacred text. “Did you know she has a scar on her left shoulder? From when she was fifteen, saving a stray cat from a barbed-wire fence. And that I was the one who dressed the wound.” Every word was another cut, bleeding Julian dry. “Little Astor,” Dante’s voice was a final judgment. “While you were learning how to be an heir, I was in the shadows, paving a road of blood for my queen.” “She was never a princess waiting for a savior. She was born my queen.”

Poor girl looking like she will cry any moment. "This is not fair. You are our queen. It has never happened in the history of Mafia. A queen is cleaning floor? No. I can't let this happen. I am your personal maid. I am responsible for all your needs and if some one tells you to do some work, you can order me to do that. My whole life is dedicated just for you my Queen. Please let me do this" She keeps telling me this that her life is dedicated to me. It feels really wrong.