Novel & Cerita Mafia Mistress Word

“Oh dear, I so want to help you but my hands are tied. Pease don’t cry. “Liza’s heart breaks with her each hiccups. She caressed her shoulder trying to console her. “I don’t want to be his mistress. I won’t wear this dress…. I won’t wear this dress...” Liza was taken aback by her words. Oh, how mistake she was about her boss. He was a mob boss, a king. That’s how these mafia people are. They indulge in multiple women, keep mistresses. But doing this to her was so cruel of him. “Water?” Liza came out of her trance of thought and reach out to the nearby table and fetch her a glass of water.

Dad roared, his finger trembling as he wagged it at me. Supporting his bleeding arm, the ashen-faced Leon snarled, "You ungrateful bitch! Do you think Lorenzo would be better than me? He's a twisted freak because he can't even get it up! You're no longer qualified to be my mistress now. You're only worthy of being a sex slave!" "A sex slave?" I repeated in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?" In the mafia world, a sex slave was 100 times less respectable than a mistress. A mistress could at least choose to walk away from that kind of life. However, a sex slave was treated like property and enslaved for life. Even her children would live as slaves.

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

I ask, earning a laugh. "When I looked at any other woman, I didn't feel anything like what I felt for your mother. She stole my heart and soul and I never want them back from her. They are hers forever. I knew she loved me just as much as I loved her. So one day I took a chance and told her the truth... that I was head of The Montez Mafia and she didn't even bat an eye. Right then it was confirmed that your mother was the only woman for me. Is this how you feel about Isadora?" He asked. I sigh and nod. It was an instant connection. One minute, I was thinking about fucking Brianna, then I see my kitten and Brianna became some disgusting whore who makes my skin crawl. Just the thought of her

“And the alpha’s personal maid. I attend directly to him, and he entrusts me with his tasks—including his personal card. Who are you?” The woman went still, clearly not expecting that kind of answer. Even I hadn’t expected it. Omegas—even mistresses—weren’t supposed to speak like that to women of higher rank. Miranda’s cheeks flushed red. “I… if what you’re saying is true, then… show us.” “Show you what?” Misha asked flatly.

“Like something’s about to happen and no one wants to say it out loud.” “They are.” “For what?” The woman didn’t look at her. “For things to settle.” Eira let out a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “It doesn’t feel like it will.” “No,” the woman said. “It doesn’t.” That sat there for a bit. Eira pressed her lips together, then said it before she could overthink it. “They call me Mistress.” She picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. “Because I’m a concubine to my own mate.”

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

The maid escorted her through a corner until they got to Nicia's chambers. "This is her quarter miss, and this is her room. I'll stop here," the maid turned and left. Before Agnella could thank her, the maid disappeared. Agnella went to Nicia's door and knocked. "Nicia, I'm here," Agnella announced. The door opened at once and someone came out. A female. A not-too-familiar female. She is the second mistress of Alpha Draven. Someone came out behind her, the third mistress, mistress Gattara.

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?"

"Urgh!" "I didn't come this far just to die nor hurt anyone innocent. If you want to leave this place, I will help you but first you must tell me what you know! Who is the mistress of this realm and what does she want in exchange for freedom?" The woman, quite insistent, attacks Amira once more yet remains futile. Realizing she stands not a chance, she finally spills, "The mistress of this abyss eats on the desire of everyone who gets stray in this place and when they loss senses of what they came here for, she'll throw them out of here."