Novel & Cerita Italian Mistress

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

he said and my body went stiff, I looked at Damon so he could correct his misconception. "She is not Alicia... Brian, she is Priscilla" Damon corrected, which was still not to my taste as Brian gave me stern look like I was another woman Damon was going to conquer and dump as he always do. "I am sorry that I mixed up the names, I am getting stressed out from all this work, anyways I would've love to make it to the wedding like I said too much work" he stressed so Damon could heed to his outcry. Damon ignored him, he pressed my shoulders and said "Don't mind him" before he looked up at Brian who just finish signing off something only he knows "What about madame Carlotta?" Damon asked looking

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!"

I might just be a waitress with a quarter of a nighttime computer science degree, but I know I have something he wants. “I’ll do anything,” I say, trying to drop my voice lower like he did before. “I can clean, or be bait, or be your…comare.” The Italian word rolls awkwardly off my Greek tongue. He stops stepping back. “Why would you think I want a mistress?” “Uh.” I blink, startled. Have I read this wrong? “I was just thinking that you bought me at the auction, so—” “The auction.” He takes a step closer to me. “What about that made you think I was in need of a mistress instead of just a good time?”

One of them also started curling my hair while the other one was busy choosing a dress for me. How do I tell them that I am not Mia Denmarks? How do I tell them that I am also a servant like them? "C-Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, Milady?" one of the maids said. "I-Is Mr. Vonstein really a mafia boss?" She giggled but made a straight face upon noticing I was actually serious about my question. " Yes, Milady. Master Henry is a mafia boss. He is leading the most powerful gang here in the country."

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

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”

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

He added. While listening to Nicholas, I could feel his excitement for the fulfillment of all the plans we prepared. But, I was suddenly surprised by what he said regarding the training. So, I still have to undergo training to be a perfect result of what he planned for. I thought as soon as I finished this operation, I will instantly go and do what was written on the agreement. Yet, I understand that I still need to be trained. The last time I became a mistress was just an instant situation. It was not planned, and I just fell for the promises of William that time. Those times came from my feelings for him. I got blinded and was too good to be a villain. Now, I have to be like one since I wo

Riccardo says. "I am not a lady of the night! You do not have to pay me anything. It is your fault that I did not bring any clothes," I say. I am holding my old cellphone in my hand. It is all that I have left of my old life. What the hell happened? I was working, studying, and painting my little flat. One minute, the next, I am the Godfather of the Italian Mafia's mistress. My phone rings, and I see it is Amara. I sigh. What does she want? I answer, but Amara shouts at me before I can say anything.