Novel & Cerita Im A Mistress

I shook my head, at my own inner submission to the both of them. I hadn't meant to refer to either of them by their mistress titles. It just seemed to happen. What was happening to me? Mistress mommy then smiled down at me with her usual comforting smile, that always put me at ease. And this time was no different. I felt my body relax under her gaze, as she whispered conspiratorially to me "I have wanted to have a taste of your young body for so long, my sweet slave. Just lay back and let your mistresses set your mind at ease."

I remind silent as she continues “I am the Alpha king Mistress “ she said

Am I a mistress? I paused as I approached the door and whirled halfway to see her face. I will never forget the day she first shattered my innocent heart, but still, I was hoping for her to love me and look at me like her own. "I-I'm not a mistress, mum. . ." my voice cracked. It seems like my tears will no longer stop as it flows uncontrollably. "I'm not a mistress," I repeated as I looked at her firmly. I felt my flesh shaking. "I'm not coveting someone's belongings— I'm not like that. . . I'm just a substitute, mother," in my weak voice.

Chapter Fourteen It took a few seconds for what Josh said to actually sink in and my heart literally dropped to the pit of my stomach. Mistress: as in lady of the house married to the owner of the house which happens to be Tristan, that kind of mistress? I stared at her unblinking. Gorgeous might be putting it lightly, the woman was a bombshell and I could see why Tristan was attracted to her she was no different from all those models he’s been with. I felt jealousy burning hot from the pit of my stomach and I glanced at her again only to see her staring right back at me, she wasn't just staring she was walking towards me with purposeful strides. The kitchen suddenly felt so small and I wan

Mistress came and I thought she would help me out, but she just stood right there and watched me struggle to get myself out of the hole. I wanted to cry but I tried so hard not to. Mistress is very strict when it comes to rules. And one of those rules are: an assassin should never show weakness nor beg to be saved. I felt bad that she only watched me, but when she said those words, I finally came to realize what I must be and what I should do to become that woman who can equal a man.

Then she entered the restroom and began working, scrubbing the floor and cleaning between the tiles with careful precision. Justin observed her every movement like an unseen supervisor. He even noticed how she lowered her head deeply when passing a couple brazenly engaging in an intimate act near the hallway. “She’s actually… very beautiful.” The words caught in his throat. Justin immediately rubbed his face harshly, trying to erase the strange image that had crept into his mind. In his principles, there was no such thing as love. Especially not becoming a slave to a woman. “No. I can’t let myself get swayed by that girl. She’s too suspicious. Too calm. Too slippery.” His voice was sharp, la

“Show us some caught-in-the-act videos or something!” “Come on, show the proof! Otherwise, you’re just slandering her as a mistress. There are too many people these days throwing the mistress label around!” “Exactly! The girl looks so elegant and refined, doesn’t look like the type to be a mistress at all!” “Yes, yes! Mistresses usually have sharp, bitter faces, all scrappy-looking and shabby. How can someone so pretty, warm, and classy be a mistress...?”

“YOU THINK I'M A FOOL, DON'T YOU?! BRINGING YOUR MISTRESS INTO OUR HOME AND PRETENDING SHE'S SOME IMPORTANT PERSONALITY?! DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU? I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU BUT IN THE END, YOU MEN ARE JUST DOGS!!!” Excuse me? Mistress?

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

"Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?" "You are a police officer, Ethan. You are clever and keen-eyed." Mia's smile broadens. She sparkles with optimism. “Mia, I don’t think we’ll be able to find someone to fulfill the role of a mysterious mistress on duty. My skills are more suited for apprehending criminals rather than pretending to be a romantic partner,” Ethan expressed, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.