Im A Mistress Novels & Stories

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

he shot a look at the pale woman in the mirror, “will be wallpaper. Utterly silent. Don’t you dare screw this up.” The heavy door slammed shut behind him. Tiffany stood alone in the empty hall. She couldn't even cry. Humiliation burned away her tears, leaving only a cold, corrosive hate. She slowly picked up her phone and dialed a number. “It’s me,” her voice was honey-sweet, but dripping with poison. “I need you to find someone for me. Seraphina Venti. I want everything on her. Especially… her weakness.”

“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...?”

They all made fool out of me one way or the other. “ You are a mistress now are not you? ” She chuckled lightly. What she intended to be a possible joke was salt to my bleeding wounds. Even the word ' Mistress ' always made bile rise in my throat. It was the only word I never wanted to listen now. Facing reality was harsh. “ You knew everything didn't you? ” I asked a question of my own, my eyes roaming around the cafe that was nearly empty. There were just a few people. “ I knew. ” She admitted truthfully and my eyes travelled back to meet her figure. Her posture was slumped and her tone was weak.

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

Ashley lowered her head, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth. When she looked up again, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression. I stood and walked to Ashley, suddenly slapping her hard enough to knock her to the ground. "Isn't it normal for a mistress to hide from the wife? What, do you think you can strut around in front of us?" I said. Pausing, I looked at the gawking crowd and clapped my hands, "Everyone, come listen. Let me introduce her," I announced. "This is a mistress, female, named Ashley Anderson, twenty-seven years old, a serial home-wrecker," I continued.

amusing. “What are you talking about?” I croaked, barely able to form the words but still I had to try. He tilted his head as he stared at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already, mistress. That would ruin all the fun.” Mistress? Who the hell is his Mistress because I'm super sure it can't be me. It could never be me.....

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

“Just as you wish for it.” The Mistress smile that is equally threatening and hiding something that she prefers to keep like a souvenir. With the grand clock ticking and finally to its very last seconds. A bit of a change from the past are corrected. Now presenting it in the way that is better than before and too perfect to be told to be a fault. Then. “Here I thought that you wouldn’t came.” “Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.”