Novel & Cerita Im A Mistress

"It's none of my business?" Lucien's lips curl into a grim smile. "Don't forget-you're my mistress. A mistress follows the rules." Mistress. The word stabs at Nina's dignity, and the bitter reality of her situation crashes down on her. A mistress. That's all I am.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

She stands, coming closer to me, crossing her arms over her chest. I inhale deeply, deciding to say the words. So yeah, here goes nothing. "My boss wants me to be his mistress." "What?!"

"He doesn't have to imagine it, Mistress Shasta. Rhonda can put on a strap on and fuck his ass while he fucks Lisa's." "Okay, but who lick me if Rhonda busy?" "That would be me, Mistress Shasta," I said. "Master wanted Lisa and I to pleasure you. Lisa give Rhonda the camera so she can take pictures for Master." "Then I can see if Rhonda really is the best?" She mused. "Yes, Mistress Shasta." "Why you call me Mistress all of a sudden?" Shasta asked. "I'm a slave, serving a Mistress on Master's orders. You should be treated with the respect due to an owner of another slave. We're not working now where I'm your boss. I'm serving you."

"You let me fall for you how could you? You kept me as a side chic. A replacement for Mia. You used me, you made a fool of me so don't you even say that you were sincere about your feelings." "You may not want to listen or believe me but I am telling the truth." "Of what use is the truth when you are married to Mia and you two have a child. Do you still want me to be your mistress?" "All I want is that you do not shut me out of your life for good. That you don't sever all ties with me."

He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

Travis realized he was no longer in control of his own body. "Wha- What are you doing to me?!" he yelled. "Pleasuring you, sweetie," she replied. Travis tried again to gain control of his body but failed miserably. "I can't move!" She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhh. Don't fight. It will all be over soon." The woman's eyes turn a vibrant red. Travis' face became white with terror as he watched two huge black wings extend from behind her... This wasn't real. This can't be real!

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

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.

Mistress "I am not. I am really carrying his heir, our first unborn child. That's why we went to Australia to arrange everything about our grand wedding." she said with a triumphant smile. "So if I were you, don't be an illusional woman! Oh, you really had this poor mind bitch. Logan Falcon is only made for me, for us, not for you. He's just making fun of you right now! So wake up leech, wake up from your damn shit illusions. I'm telling you this because I am just concerned for you. You are making a fool of someone about to be tied to someone else. I'm not here to beg you to stop your obsession with him. I'm also not here to beg you to let him go for our little angel. I will never beg you, b