Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

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.

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

It was a love that had no happy ending in sight but she would continue to love him. The message she had intercepted during one of her routines listening in to the chatter amongst the Monk’s men, had alerted her to the fact that the Monk was planning something huge. Total annihilation of the Delano family. Which was why she had returned to protect her love. * Now she tensed. The Delano warlord was leaving the Club. She glanced around, her curiosity too great. The man, his wide shoulders straining under the jacket, strode along, emerging from the elevator. But beside him was the exquisite woman who had her staring. Proserpina Delano, her masses of brown hair, deep in color, cascading down to h

But it isn’t as serene as one would think it was during the witching hour as the beast pounce, came, and devour. “He haven’t called yet.” Rio said as she refer to Paxton. Although, it was against what she wanted, Rio packed her things. A couple of clothes and some undergarments. She may be taking her shot, but he told her to trust him...to trust a Del Fierro’s way. Rio giggled. The thought sounded ironic, but how can she resist, when in fact, she was at lost and in submission of towards a particular Del Fierro. Midnight.

"I am sorry, My Lady..." "I said—Who is she, Viola?" Rosana had seen the lady who knelt before Sergio but she couldn't see herface. "She... She is his mistress" Rosana was dumbstruck. If Sergio had a Mistress, what then did he want with her?

“I suppose I need to gather the last of my things. Dario wants to leave soon.” Arianna reached for my hand. “Not all of us are cut out to take care of all of our husband’s needs. Respectable women understand the limits. There’s no shame in letting him do the less desirable things with a mistress or one of the whores from the clubs. All that matters is that you have his babies.” I didn’t have words. Dario had pledged faithfulness to me before God and our guests and again when we were alone. That didn’t mesh with me granting him free rein with mistresses and whores.

Even though made of white platinum, it looked more like a mini version of a dog collar with something written over it. Nathaniel Serrano's Mistress "You will not take it off..." he commanded while locking it in place. "Not even while taking a shower." The warning was unmistakable in his command. She dropped her hand to her side, fighting back her tears. He had reduced her to an object of pleasure. She was always that. He had just finally put a name to it, and it hurt more than she had expected. Much more because the illusion of freedom she clung to had now shattered in the cruelest way. She was yet to find her brother. What will she do now?

“My world, she is Phoenix, right? The woman next to her is to be an international model.” “I can’t believe it's real. Phoenix. I want to take photos with her.” Everyone picked up their cellphones and started to take pictures. I frowned. Today’s matter was unexpected to me. I couldn’t let Adriana carry the name of mistress, and I couldn’t be the one to protect the mistress as Gloria said. I coldly looked at Gloria. “Who are you talking about? Tell me what it means to be a mistress?” “She is the mistress. She coveted someone else's fiancé.” Gloria appointed at Adriana.