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She would expect to give him total loyalty while he promised nothing in return of loyalty, or a future. With common sense and self-respect, she had to choose the proper position of a secretary and refuse the horizontal position of a mistress, but she hesitated. She had been Kelvin's secretary for a year, and had fallen in love with him for that time. If she chose the job, he would never allow her to have any closeness to him as she does now. As mistress, she was at least free to express her love in her own way, and the hours spent in his arms were like a talisman against a future without him. That future she will gradually have to face.

My heart, my companion has traded beats with her, my heart has turned into a betrayer of his own master, and I can’t know, I don’t know. Am I the master, now? Am I not? I am a very jealous man and I hate how her every action is seen by that man, that man who is my brother, who drove away without turning once. I don’t entirely blame him, Grace is a freaking goddess and everyone would want to posses her, that’s right, want. An uncertain word coated with lewd desires yet is dust when touched, a fake word. I don’t want her, because I already have her.

he demanded, his voice sharp. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I slowly turned to look. Where my professional résumé should have been displayed in clear text, there was instead a bold red message, each word an accusation screaming across the screen: "I am the mistress who drove my lover's wife to her death. I deserve to die!" Before anyone could remove the damning words, a male student leaped up from the crowd, his face twisted in fury as he pointed at me. "It's her! This slut destroyed my family and forced my mother, the rightful wife, to her death!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. "How can someone like her call herself a philanthropist?"

“Now ride him. His face. While he’s still soaked.” Liane dropped, mounted Gabriel’s face, and cried out as his tongue found her again. Mistress sat back on the throne and spread her legs. “All of you. Watch me cum.” They did. Her fingers circled her clit, slow, precise. She watched Liane tremble, watched Eren sag, watched Gabriel give every last bit of himself. Then Mistress threw her head back and moaned — low, guttural, victorious. Her orgasm rolled through the room like thunder.

[Maisie, want to come overseas and start a business with me? Ezekiel's love had healed me for just a fleeting moment. However, Ophelia's friendship reminded me that saving myself could take me much farther and last much longer.

I clenched my teeth in rage, my eyelids twitching uncontrollably. I could not believe that Martin had actually allowed Waverly to destroy the few remaining traces of Claire. I lunged forward and grabbed Waverly by the hair, dragging her toward the door. "Get out! Don't make me say it twice!" Waverly screamed and struggled against me. "Ah! You bitch! Grab her! I'll pay you double!" One of the construction workers stepped forward and kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. The burning pain spread through my body as I grimaced, but they clearly were not done with me yet.

"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.

“Do you always do this? Threatening his mistresses?” “Yes. and they just like you, f*cking delusional whores” she spat, going for the door. “Does he know that this is your true face? Or like everyone in this pack, you are their Ms. Sunshine?” “If you're planning to tell Nicholas about what happened here, save your energy, he will not believe you. No one will believe you like any other mistress. You're just a trash beneath me, a gold-digging slut,” she shot back.

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Gideon arrived home sometime after midnight. He was in a good mood. Being with Natalia always left him in high spirits. She was everything he wanted in a woman. Beautiful, adventurous, and always willing to let him take the lead. He could fuck her like a whore and she'd thank him. Thalia would never allow him to call her his little slut. All her life, she'd been treated as a princess and she expected him to do the same. Even when they were being intimate.