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He uttered. “W-why are you doing this to me S-sir?” “I like you Celeztine.” That made my eyes widen. “That’s impossible,” I replied, I barely saw him, just on posters and banners most of the time. “It’s not.” “If you’ll ask me when it started, I have no time to explain it.” He whimpered. “Well then, you ask for the wrong person. I would never be your or anyone’s mistress.” I uttered firmly.

CHAPTER 21: “Your Food Is So Delicious.” No one’s POV: Cullen lives in a penthouse unit. When they had arrived there, there were security guards, bowing to him. Heart was just looking at them and she thought that everyone was bowing to them as a courtesy. ‘Wow, employees here are so well mannered. They are all bowing at the tenants huh.’ Heart thought and she was just smiling at them, not knowing that they were all bowing at their “young master.”

I put my book down and get up, following the Master into the bedroom. He turns and looks at me, but doesn’t seem to see me. He then says, “Has the bed been serviced?” “Yes, Master Jeremiah… Everything has been kept clean and tidy, just the way you like it.” “Good. You are dismissed.” I look at him with confusion as I continue to watch him move around the bedroom and into the closet. The Master frowns as he comes out of the closet and still sees me standing there. He stops and says, “What are you still doing here?”

Most books were those of witch craft which leads me to believe that Master was a warlock unless he just found the books fascinating. I stopped when a book caught my eye and it looked more like a journal then an actual published book. Gently I removed the book from the shelf and I read the inscription on it. “Red Moon Covent Grimoire.” As I opened the book the name inside stood out like a torn “Alexandra Bishop.” The book had belonged to my mother but how did the Master get ahold of this book? Did my mother give it to him? From behind me I heard someone clearing their throat and I turned to look who it was. The man in the red clock stood only a few feet away from me. “Of all the books in this

“Darling, I’ll leave this with you tonight.” Monica was confused. “Isn’t this a precious book? Why did you leave it with me?” This was the most wanted book in the world of cultivators. Many high-ranking cultivators would do anything to get hold of this book. The Cult Master let out a sigh and said, “Darling, everyone said that within the seven volumes lies a big secret upon careful reading. Unfortunately, I’ve been carefully reading for so many years with no clue! I’ve thought about it. Perhaps I’m not as smart as you, therefore I’ll leave it with you tonight. Perhaps you could learn something from reading it.”

The master eyed the brown notebook, gently lifting them with his hand to open and read what was written. After scanning a long while, he noticed that all parts of the book have been covered with black magic. He quickly settled it down with a sour expression which Rose take as his disagreement to what he had seen written down there. “This belonged to her?” The master then took a long hum when she had nodded her head. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know who Hannah Maury is.”

I hope you felt the emotions, the pain, and the happiness that came with their love story. Meaning of the Story: The Mistress is more than just a tale of betrayal and love — it is a story of forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. It shows that even when love is tested by lies, pride, and mistakes, true love will always find its way back. Lorain’s strength reminds us that pain can turn into power, and that forgiveness is not a sign of weakness but of courage. In the end, the story teaches that real happiness comes when we choose to let go of the past, forgive, and love again — not because everything is perfect, but because love deserves another chance. ❤️

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Helma felt a stir of excitement. This truly was the magnum opus of a genius, a lifetime of brilliance. Without the right mix of imagination and reasoning, or the willingness to dive deep into study, one could never hope to create such a masterpiece. The book in Helma's hands was as thick as a brick, but it was just as precious and meaningful as the Book Of Medical Remedies that her family treasured. A weight settled in her chest, her throat tingled with a sour pinch, and a warm rush seemed to swirl around her heart. This kind of wisdom was not something she could easily come by. Even if she were lucky enough to become an apprentice, she might spend years just fetching tea and never learn the