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Even without makeup, she still looked beautiful. Why would someone like her go after a married man? She could have anyone she wanted. There were so many eligible bachelors in the country. Why Gideon? Thalia asked herself and then remembered the messages on her phone. Natalia hadn't been with Gideon because she was attracted to him. She had been sent to seduce him and find out the location of a man named Orlando. Which brought her to the question. Who was Orlando? Why would Natalia die if she didn't find out where he was?

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

I hated how my body reacted to his, yet I was never going to let him know. “ What is it that you don't want to do anymore? ” He inquired, his tone even more taunting than before. It was such a good time for him to make fun of me. Slowly, I raised my head and found his face just inches apart. ' I get what I want Alice Anderson and with someone as desperate as you, everything is too easy. ' He had said this when he offered me to become his mistress. I did not know or understand anything at that time.

It turned into then I remembered we had an audience. I regarded far from Venessa's face, to peer on the attendant at the boutique, who is now my mistress. My mistress was caressing one breast via her blouse. She was carefully looking at what Venessa turned into doing so she failed to note I turned into now looking at her. My mistress moved her different quilt crotch and slid it to and fro, up and down her slit. I turned into doubly assaulted – via way of means of Venessa's mouth looking to attain my dick via my undies and via way of means of the sight of my mistress gambling with herself.

The sound of the shower running in the bathroom was clear, indicating her husband was still busy bathing. Cassia frowned as she looked at Sofia, her eyes filled with questions. What could her friend possibly be doing in their room? “C-Cassia? I-I was looking for you. Your door was open, so I came in. I had been knocking earlier, but no one answered,” Sofia replied with a forced smile. Sofia, a stunningly beautiful woman, gulped nervously when Cassia suddenly returned to the room. She hadn’t expected Cassia to come back, as the latter was supposed to be downstairs entertaining guests.

It was soft and gentle but somehow gave off the vibe that he couldn’t wait to have me. He was good with his mouth and his hands didn’t know boundaries as they ran up and down my body. The wise thing to do now was to end things with George before things got out of hand. I could easily find another man to have casual sex with. I didn’t have to suffer myself by being his mistress when I knew I had feelings for him. Fuck, I wasn’t even his mistress. I was just one of the women he could fuck whenever he wanted. The ping of the elevator broke us apart and we took deep breaths before we stepped out.

He asked. "That's only four things," I replied. "Yeah. Four things that need a lot of effort to do. It's also risky since you have to hide your true identity from everyone, and the only person who knows you is me. Now, are you sure you can handle this?" He asked again. "Are you doubting me?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. "Nicholas, how did I become William's mistress if I had no skill of hiding? Of course, that was just easy for me to do," I added while smirking.

Mistress B wondered loudly. "Well, who knows, no matter how much we try to figure it out, it is not like we would know the answer. We just have to serve him well, and we will be blessed! I heard that he is a hot potato!" Mistress C exclaimed. "True, anyway, how was he last night?" Mistress A asked Mistress C, and Mistress B also looked expectantly at her. Mistress C was the one that was having s*x with Xander when Anastasia jumped in.

Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”