Italian Mistress Novels & Stories

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

Her arm got seized from behind and looking over her shoulder was a man towering above her with a sadistic glow. “Do you know who I am? Get off me!” she snapped at him, her bones almost crushed from the iron grip. “Throw her out,” Alaric said with ruthless precision. “I’ll let the whole famiglia know Vivienne was your fucking mistress and Nina died because she found out!” she yelled back at him until her voice faded with a slight crack. “To fucking hell with you Alaric, to think I loved a bastard like you!” She got yanked towards the door, legs flailing.

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.

"Elena! So all this time, you've been working as a plaything to satisfy the lust of sugar daddies? Who is the bastard that bought you, huh? Answer me!" Beatrice gave Elena no room to breathe. The cunning woman immediately grabbed Elena's hair from behind, forcing the girl's head backward with a violent yank. "Speak up, Elena! Who is the man you were with at the hotel? How much did he pay you for you to become this wealthy and suddenly own luxury clothes?!" Beatrice insulted her, tightening her grip on Elena's hair. She inflicted a torment that made the girl feel as though her scalp was about to be torn off.

She added while brushing her hair. “Just be careful with him. He sounds like someone who will make you miserable.” “Heck no! Antonio can't hurt a fly. He speaks like someone who needs so much…” “You don't stay with him,”Camila interrupted, helping her with her heels, “He's married with kids and yet, he needs you as a mistress.” “It's normal for any Italian man to want a mistress. I mean, they all do it. Most Italians want a mistress who can support them.” Amora said, shrugging. She was done dressing up.

I tell them and Rebel looks at me with sadness in her eyes and does Scythe. “I’m sorry to hear that, Dante. Where is the mistress now? I could, you know.” she moves her thumb across her throat and sticks her tongue out of the side of her mouth. I chuckle at her. “There is no need. She is already dead. She died once my nonno found out about the car. Vittoria killed her.” I tell them both and Rebel looks back at the picture and seems sad. Shit, I know I have just said the wrong thing.

I whispered, my voice sounding hollow, like it belonged to a ghost. “Let’s not make a scene in front of the child, Dante,” Natalia interrupted smoothly, her eyes finally sliding over to me. Her gaze was sharp, evaluating, and deeply dismissive. A cold smirk touched her lips as she took in my tangled hair and his silk robe. “So, this is the little designer you’ve been keeping caged up. That's cute. But a mistress can’t give you an heir, Dante. Only I did.” The word mistress sliced through the last remnants of my dignity.

(If you're not gonna be polite, then stop talking to my mistress like that and oh, speak English she can't understand you, I bet you're taught how to) Amira was surprised by Brenda's sudden change, and her eyes widened. She pondered how she never let her Italian influence her English, since it was flawless. The staff blinked nervously, wondering what status Amira held, and was shocked by Brenda's audacious outburst. “Padrona? Quale padrona? L'ultima volta che ho controllato, questo hotel non è operativo oggi ed è chiuso. Mi chiedo chi vi abbia dato il permesso di entrare qui. (Mistress? What mistress? The last time I checked, this hotel isn't working today, and it's been closed. I wondered w

The sex activities stopped when the evil beast clapped her hands. She was seated majestically on an elegant and beautiful golden and diamond throne sipping wine from a glass. "Hi Andrian, welcome to my beautiful play room." She said with scarsim dripping from her voice. She lit up a cigarette taking a drag before she started talking. "We haven't been formally introduce right dear." She said in a mockery sipping the glass of wine "Allow me to introduce myself dear, I am Elena Marshano your new mistress and your worst nightmare." She said shocking the hell out of me.

◒ Imogen ◒ I am Imogen Mcmaster. The would-be 24 years old master of the Italian mafia. But I am already performing my powers. I believe it's my right and none can snatch this away from me. This was my first time staying out of my territory. Though I forcefully entered into her life, from the first moment I laid my eyes on her, there was something special that was pulling me towards her. My fascination could be fatal to her. It's not she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have seen more beautiful women than her who did not hesitate to sell their bodies in exchange for my inherent money.