Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

She endured the false statements and the disgusted gazes that people look at her, for she was seen as a mistress, a vixen that stole someone’s husband. His father could care less about the baseless rumors, Dencio corp. was rising that time, and he could not bother about anything that hinders his path to success. For not seeing his wife by his side, he grew less and less lovable to her, he grown distant. It has always been Merry who sticked to his side like a leech that sucks his money that he never notices, her charms, her vixen like looks, she seduced him, and he fell for her ability to give him the satisfaction that he wasn’t able to experience ever since Cristopher’s mother became sickly

Lady Delia cried out. "Like I said Lady Delia, I'll make sure that for your sake I won't have to give her much trouble, but that's not a guarantee that she won't have to do what I'll tell her to" I smiled a little before frowning my face again. Lady Delia walked out of my chambers, and Rodolfo walked in almost immediately she left. "You called me Master" He bowed at me, and I sneered at him with a nod. "Call the slave Madison" I said those words with a mean voice, and he rushed out of my chambers immediately to fetch her.

Indirectly comparing his woman to his ex mistress was one huge mistake. "She is my bride, the head lady of the royal household also the lady of honour she is of Garcia's!" Master Alejandro completed his rest of the words without any expressions as that was when his royal server felt his whole body covering with strict goosebumps. Master Alejandro was angry, he looked dead aggressive. Even his mentions about madam Genelia were so powerful and protective. The royal server of his, corrected his posture yet again while being terrified. Master Alejandro cannot even hear a word against her now?

"I wondered why that young woman was taking care of his mother alone. Her son never visited once." "So he was having an affair. He abandoned his wife and his mother, and the lover claimed she did it for love." "He let the other woman cut off his wife's access to money? I thought they were simply broke." "Now his mother is dead because of him. How will he live with that?" "Someone film this. People need to see what they did." Tears and makeup streaked Camilla's face. Her perfect makeup was ruined, and she looked miserable. She kept trying to hide her face. Lucien seized her wrists and roared, "This is your fault! If it weren't for you, Mom would still be alive!"

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

I hadn't even sexually touched her anymore. She should have been fucking thankful. I looked at her closet. The same closet I kept her in for years. It's the same way she left it. Her blood is still on the cot. She looked so small, screaming for my help as they cut into her. I wouldn't be surprised if she was dead. The thought of that made me growl. I didn't want her dead yet. Not yet anyway. One of my mistresses, Darla, came in. Sensing my frustration, she pulls down my pants and gets on her knees at once. Out of all my mistresses, she is my favorite. Never complains. Don't ask questions. Just get the job done. I may just make her my new luna if I can't find that human bitch.

' He said Elisia saw the glitter in Miss Michin's eyes as she looked at him, She also saw how the lips in the woman's face were carved in a soft smile, Elisia has never seen Miss Minchin with a smile like that. After seeing that she quietly closed the door completely. She's doesn't have to be a fortune-teller to not tell the obvious eyes of a woman who is infatuated. After all, she's also been there. It looks like there might be a secret affair. But so what? it really doesn't matter to her.

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

“Once I pay you back. I won't be your mistress anymore.” He smiles slowly. Which is breathtaking. He touches my cheek. Drifts his fingers across my skin. “ I doubt you'll ever pay me back.” “And no one else understands me like you do.” He added. He then kissed me. He kisses me again. Another kiss. Soon he's inside me again. “You're my mistress Serena.” He whispers slowly in my ears.

[Maisie, want to come overseas and start a business with me? Ezekiel's love had healed me for just a fleeting moment. However, Ophelia's friendship reminded me that saving myself could take me much farther and last much longer.