Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

Leonardo walked out of the event the moment the dancers came out. He was already very occupied and didn’t have time for flimsy entertainment. Rupert appeared from the corner. “Oh, my. Mistress was not exaggerating. It’s like god amongst men”, he said to Leonardo’s hearing. Rupert was ignored but he didn’t give up. “My mistress is the best courtesan in all of Spain and even the whole world. She’s performing for you and that’s a very rare thing”, he said as he tried to push security out of the way to no avail.

The caption underneath read: An anonymous source reveals that Zane Romano’s long-time ex, attorney Dianna Valdez, may have never truly left his side. Has the “former lover” returned as the hidden mistress? Mistress. A word dirtier than any profanity I’d ever heard in court. I sat on the edge of the bed, towel slipping, water dripping from my hair onto my shoulder. The world could burn, and I’d probably still notice that stupid headline used quotation marks around former lover.

“Don’t you think, Ms. Dela Cruz?” “W-Well, yes, of course, sir. She would be really… lucky,” she said with a papery smile even though she wanted to throw up. Oh, that would woman would be unfortunate. Knowing that Diego Montero is very prideful and only cares about himself, she does not think that this future wife will not be annoyed nor angry at him all the time. He has already gotten in her nerves for a long, long time, and it took massive effort to control herself from lashing out at him.

"But he did mention his ex-mistress. A woman who existed solely for his pleasure. He said she pleaded and cried like a baby, desperate to be more than the whore she was." Lucia froze, her fist tightening around her compact. Delilah noticed and smirked, sensing the strike had landed. "For weeks, I’ve helped women rise above their struggles, supporting their desires to rid themselves of trash. But for once, I think some women deserve worse than the trash." Lucia’s confusion showed as she turned to face Delilah fully. "What are you talking about?" Delilah’s voice dropped, dangerously calm. "If Marco won’t get rid of you, then I will personally handle it."

I said urgently. "Yeah? Who is this?" said a woman. I was stunned to feel tightness in my chest. "Who are you?" I said back, asking. The woman casually replied, "I'm Rosalinda, Delon's wife. Hey, looks like I know your voice. Are you Grisella?" he replied, asking. My world was devastated that very day. I did not accept Rosalinda's mouth, who boasted of her status as Delon's wife. "Well, it's me. Where's Delon? I want to talk to him, "I said

So, she's a lawyer. I watched as she tilted her head. "And this one? You're gonna tell me who she is, or should I keep guessing?" Damien didn't even hesitate. "She's my mistress. So treat her with respect." Dahlia blinked, something shifted in her posture. "Mistress?" She echoed, slowly. "Well then. Guess I should've been nicer." Fred cleared his throat. "Come on." Damien said to me, gently tugging me away from them with a hand still at my back.

The live chat erupted with reactions. "The mistress has come clean. It's time to rally against her." "Unbelievable, we've been wronging Mrs. Woolf this whole time!" "Is she experiencing a change of heart, stepping forward to face the backlash?" Amidst the intensifying vitriol, Doris offered a woeful smile. "I swear, I was completely unaware that he had another family! No woman willingly takes on the scorned role of the mistress. I was deceived by Harlan Woolf!"

In the course of that week, he considered it appropriate that David Del Valle, go to work at the salon, as there would be people of great power and perhaps among them could see some acquaintance of his father, perhaps they were helping him and should seek possible answers, David, did not object, accepted quickly. Finally the night of the inauguration arrived, the guests had a meeting point and were picked up by a luxurious helicopter that brought them to and from the place, the organization had been a success, the party lasted three days, and when the bodies began to feel the fatigue, they were saying goodbye one by one, the pink pill did not leave many sequels, more than the madness of lust

After I found out that no one knows the whereabouts of his former mistresses, I know that he would definitely make my father disappear too. I watch as Dell leaves the room, and now I am so curious to know what any of Alessandro’s ex-mistresses looked like. So I check the documents on top of his desk. There isn’t much in them that I can go with, but I spot a name circled in red: Mia Ricci. I know that that’s not much to go with, but I pull out my phone and quickly search for that name. It is a pointless search because a lot of Mia Riccis pop up. I want to search on Dell's laptop, but I hear Bella’s footsteps.

Then he lifted his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, slowly, like he was memorizing it. "Then stay here tonight," he said. She reached up and took the lapel of his jacket in her hand. "I wasn't planning on leaving." He was unhurried about it. That was the thing that undid her most — after Martin's performance of romance, after a week of Drew's aggressive press and Victor's calculations, Salvador was simply unhurried. Like she was something worth taking time over.