Novel & Cerita Looking For Mistress

“Finally, Gloria found me and slapped me. She said that I was a bitch. She also said that I just wanted to find a rich man. I never wanted to be a mistress. I was also disdained to be a mistress.” “Yes, you are not that kind of person. So, does that mean that Damian deliberately made you a mistress? When Gloria went to find you did Damian say anything?” “He didn’t know that Gloria looked for me.” She laughed. “I didn’t tell him. But slowly, I planned to distance myself from him, but he still looked for me. I couldn’t help but go out with him.”

However, it wasn't easy to bully Jesselton College's students. "Well, we're obviously inferior to those who aspire to be mistresses. Who are you then, Madam? Please don't disturb us. You're quite rude." "That's right, Madam. Mr. White and Ms. Luna are deeply in love. Disgusting people like mistresses can't get between them. Even if Mr. White is looking for a mistress, he'll find someone young and beautiful. He won't find an old woman. His taste isn't that bad."

He wanted to see her like this. " What sudden happened to you sweetheart?. " He asked seeing her silence and chuckled when she blinked without any emotion. " That day you were giving your philosophy about RESPECT... Wouldn't you save respect tonight?. " He asked darkly while staring at the goddess of beauty who was lying on his bed. NAKED. " Hmmm?. " He hummed in asking tone while tracing her facial bone by his finger tip making her shiver more. " I told you to not reject my proposal of being my one night stand partner but you rejected and slapped me... Now look you are here on my bed as my mistress for the time till I am not getting bored of you. " He said like he has won a great trophy.

Crying wasn't going to solve anything. Checking around she only saw a cheque of five billion dollars and a note vividly explaining how tight and good she was in bed got her all flared up, the person had written that note like she was nothing but a dirty whore who should be grateful for a generous tip. Paying her off for a night stand was bad but making her look like a slut was the least she could contain with, that son of bas**rd should be lucky they never met gave to face and also for the fact she had no idea who he was or she would have taunted him to death and told him how much of a fool he was, the nerve of that b**ch.

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

Dryzza stammered, barely masking her disbelief. The mistress nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, but in return, I will require something from you in the future." For a brief moment, Dryzza felt a shiver run through her. The unexpected glimmer of hope was quickly overshadowed by a rising sense of dread. What could the mistress possibly want in exchange? Her mind raced through countless possibilities, each more dangerous than the last. Yet, despite her reservations, Dryzza knew she had no choice but to accept. "I'll do what I can," she replied, her voice steady. "May I ask what that is?"

I have been with him when he was a child,and he grow up to be fond of me though he is really cruel, he beats me up sometimes" She smiles What how can he beat up a woman close to be his mother or even older than his mother? That sassy arrogant bastard!! Who does he think he is huh?! "You okay miss? She asked and i smiled nodding "Am Mrs Dara anyway" "Am Sera" I says "Mam please am I the first mistress here? I added She smiled"I think you are the twelfth " "What? Twelfth?! I almost yelled "Yes and some ends up leaving in months or years after he is done with him, some ones who tried to escape before there time ends up died and there body sent to her family"

“You know, Rica, there’s talk going around in our subdivision. That there’s a mistress living here. I don’t know who they’re talking about, though. I just heard it earlier, when my husband and I got home from work.” “What?! Mistress? Who? What’s her name?” (Her questions came one after another.) “Are you okay, Rica? Take it easy with the questions. You’re asking so fast—I don’t even know which one to answer first.” “Sorry, Lorain. So... who is the mistress?” “That’s what I don’t know! But I want to find out. I will—tomorrow. I’ll ask someone I know around here.” (She told Rica on the other end of the line.)

“You never mentioned that there was a mistress, why?” Richard held her arms, before this could escalate any further. “ You looked so pissed yesterday, and you needed to sleep if I had told you this. You would have placed a call through to him and cursed him for ever thinking of hurting her” he explained. She sneered before puffing her lips. “You shouldn't have kept that away still. Could this mistress be of help? Where can we find her?” I didn't know if she would be of help. “I don't know where exactly she is, like I said, Brian seemed to have been planning this for a while. There are pictures of them going in and out of am hospital, but there is none to show where exactly she lives”.

Ashley lowered her head, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth. When she looked up again, she wore a pitiful, aggrieved expression. I stood and walked to Ashley, suddenly slapping her hard enough to knock her to the ground. "Isn't it normal for a mistress to hide from the wife? What, do you think you can strut around in front of us?" I said. Pausing, I looked at the gawking crowd and clapped my hands, "Everyone, come listen. Let me introduce her," I announced. "This is a mistress, female, named Ashley Anderson, twenty-seven years old, a serial home-wrecker," I continued.