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“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...?”

It seemed they were out in the kitchen or the main corridor. Julian’s voice sounded entirely detached, cold, and formal as usual, while Victoria whined coyly, recounting her failed travel plans from the night before. Elena pulled the heavy duvet over her bare shoulders, curling her knees to her chest as a chaotic storm of emotions swirled within her. Julian is an absolute lunatic, she cursed silently. The man was a cold-blooded psychopath. How could he possibly act as though absolutely nothing had happened out there, while his mistress remained locked away in a secret room inside his own penthouse?

"Nate, don't think you can financially strangle me into conceding. I'm telling you right now, she is a mistress, and I'll make sure she wears that label for the rest of her life. She'll never hold her head up high. "If you want to give her a legitimate title, then you do it my way. I don't care about the Keller family, but I will get my money. "Otherwise, I'll release every video of you and her sneaking around together all these years. When the stock drops and shareholders start losing money, what do you think will happen then?" Nate hadn't expected me to choose mutual destruction over submission. That was who I was. I, Wendy, always rose above it all. Even the mistress who had replaced my m

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

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 held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

“You heard me. I told you to resign from your job.” “You don't have authority over me, Lazare. What is your true intention? You're about to get married! I don't want to be your mistress—” His hands slammed onto the table. “Resign from your job and stay here. I don't care if it means you become my mistress. What matters is your safety.” “Safety? When did I become a target?” His jaw tightened, eyes piercing hers. “The photographs. Someone captured an image of us last night, and it won't be long before they begin investigating the identity of that woman which is obviously you. And I refuse to leave you alone in the midst of this situation.”

"Sophie knows about the penthouse now. It’s not safe for you to stay there. Be a good girl, Sophia." Because I was "sensible," I had agreed to be his shadow for five years.Now, he was trying to coax me into being his kept mistress, hidden away in a different cage while he played house with his wife. I pushed him away hard.Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, a piercing wail from Sophie echoed from the front hall.

He’s never kept his interest on one woman for more than a quick fling, until now. “Do you know who she is?” I ask, a plan forming in my mind. If I can find this mistress, maybe I could use her. I could get close to her or bribe her to slip ideas to Thorne so he’ll approve my proposal and move my project to be accepted. “No, sir. No one has seen her,” my assistant answers. “Find out who she is, and the moment you know, I want her name, the address of this mansion, and the name of her workplace.”

It is just that, since I could not find my mate I got myself mistress out of frustration. I mean, I am eagerly waiting for her but I don't know where she is. It's been years and I haven't found her. Ugh, it was frustrating and annoying for Alois and to satisfy my anger, I took Jenny for a mistress. You can't expect a handsome alpha like me to stay alone, can you?