Message From The Mistress Novels & Stories

The woman nodded, picked up the phone, and said, “She said her name is Angel Lynn.” “Angeline?” The man on the other end of the phone was too stirred up as he slammed his palm onto the cactus on the table. Then, he yelled, “Which bloody b*stard placed a cactus on my table?” A pleading voice could be heard from the side. “Young Master, it was Old Master. He said that you’re too cold and abstinent and aren’t close to any one of the opposite sex. You’ve repelled all the hearts of the girls within a hundred-mile radius. He said that you’re a cactus covered in thorns. Hence, he sent a pot of cactus over.”

Perhaps if they liked what they heard as I promised my undying servitude to Victoria, they would convince her to let me visit. As I said, my punishment was not over. No sooner had I reached the precipice of climax and uttered my now famous begging to be allowed to cum, Mistress said no. She said to hold myself on the edge. She had done that before and I understood the game and how to do as she ordered. My moans were a way to release some of the tension in my body and delay its growing need to orgasm. My fantasy was now that my Mistress' friends, aroused by my sounds of need, were stripping down to either masturbate or pleasure each other. I imagined one dropping to her knees between Mistress

Julian was already dressed immaculately in his expensive suit, having transformed back into the cold, rigid, and untouchable billionaire. Julian approached the bed. He dropped a black unlimited card onto the blanket right in front of Elena. "From this moment on, you will be my mistress. Use that card to pay for your college tuition and to buy whatever you need," he stated flatly, entirely devoid of expression. Elena, still wrapped tightly in the blanket, sat up abruptly. "B-but Julian, last night was just an accident. I can't keep doing this! We cannot continue," she protested, a heavy wave of guilt suddenly creeping over her.

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

"The note under her windshield. Eleven days ago." "Yes." "Damien, that is not a coincidence, and I need you to hear how much it is not one. The same week Marcus Vale authorized surveillance on Amelia's house, someone two hundred miles away pointed a woman with a legitimate six year old secret straight at your door. He is not trying to embarrass you. He is building a narrative. A man with a hidden mistress and a hidden child, exposed on the same week his ex-wife is fighting for her company. Do you understand what that looks like from the outside."

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

I responded as I smirked. The smile on her face dropped as Arsenio chuckled. “How dare you talk to me like that?? Who the fuck do you think you are???” Monalisa asked as she glared at me. “I am his mistress but who are you madam??? What is your relationship with him??Let me answer that for you….you are his past and it is best you remain there because that is where you belong. She was about to slap me when I caught her hand and gave her a deadly glare.

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.

She mustered up the courage to open it up, seeing her text. From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight. Her jaw dropped on the floor as soon as she scrolled down the contents. There was a woman in front of her, and he’s tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a little blurry, but Sam can recognize who that woman was. Tilting her head to one side, she couldn’t help but to feel enraged. It’s similar to a volcano awoken for a thousand times over. The lava will came out as the final piece of information showed up in front of her eyes.

I had been an oracle since birth. Whatever I said would come true. When I first started to speak, I said that my father was going to be rich. That night, my father won a lottery that was worth a hundred million dollars. When I was six, I said the village chief’s grandson would return home safely. The next day, someone found him covered in dirt at the village entrance. When I was eighteen, I commented online that Harrison Corporation, which was almost going bankrupt, would bounce back. As expected, two weeks later, their share prices reached a new height. Hence, Brown Corporation invited me as a respectable guest due to my accurate predictions. However, I had just barely stepped thr