Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

“He will find out who the Mistress of Death is and why I’m feared, Reyna is dead to the world.” Carlos just stared at her, a cold shiver running through his body as he heard her words and the icy cold tone with which she spoke. He knew Rodrigo was going to suffer and to make things worse he hadn’t even told Reyna the truth about who Rodrigo was and how he hid his identity from her. That would surely push her over the edge. She was going to bring hell fire down on him. There is no worst thing to deal with than a woman scorned. And the woman Rodrigo scorned happened to be one of THE most deadliest Mafia Queen’s to ever live. Molded by none other than his Psycho brother.

Twin pools of tears gathered in my eyes as I gasped, glancing up at the cold woman and cradling my cheek in one hand. “Your Mistress might look like an angel now Mary Argretee, but when she finds out what you’ve done, your betrayal Mary?” The Mistress's friend whispered unkindly, her eyes hard with anger as her fingers dug further into the flesh of my shoulders. “Oh, believe me, baby, she is an absolute demon when it comes to revenge. Darlene Bernardo- the nobody, might have forgiven you, but Darlene McKenzie would bathe in your blood, Mary,” “She’d make sure you and your old senile grandmother are nothing but water under the bridge.”

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

Is the answer simply so vain? The Rivera Legacy: Like Mother, Like Daughter? To answer that, one must delve into the troubled history of the Rivera family—a lineage marred by scandal and manipulation. Serena's mother, Elizabeth Rivera, was infamous in the 1990s as Hollywood's most notorious "other woman." Elizabeth, a former model and iconic actress, was linked to several high-profile affairs, most notably with married director Carlos Mendoza, whose marriage to actress Lila Voss ended in a messy divorce amid allegations of homewrecking and extortion. Elizabeth's tactics were legendary: seducing powerful men, leveraging their guilt for roles and connections, then vanishing when the heat grew

Marie’s pale face, the last time I saw her. Bull arrived first, then Dante. A few of my other men filtered in the ones I trusted to do more than follow orders. These were the men I used when things had to be done quietly, when money and influence weren’t enough. “Boss,” Bull greeted, settling into a chair by the window. “Sheila’s on her way back. Dante will have Crumbs before nightfall.” I nodded. “Good. That takes care of one problem. Now we deal with the rest.”

“What? No, stupid girl. Austin Aves has put forth a deal and I mean to accept it. The only issue is you.” Me? How can I be an issue here? I don’t even know what is going on. “What does he want?” I ask, curiosity starting to take root. “You. For a minimum of a year.” “Wait what!?” I almost shriek. “What, as some sort of servant?” “You could say that.” My father responds, an ugly sneer coating his face. An uneasy feeling takes over me at this point. “He wants you to be his live-in mistress. Finally something you might even be good at.” my father leers.

I begged him to give me a chance and he told me that the only way he could give me a chance was if I could last a session with a mistress. I did the research and even then I was not prepared for what was in store. He took me to this beautiful house and introduced me to his lady friend, her name was Mistress p, at the time I didn't know what the P stood for. He told me that he was going to leave me with her and that he would pick me up the following day. Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized.

"Listen closely, you little wretch. Your current stepmother, Maurice's second wife, Mia Hernandez, from the Southern Wilds, isn't the wealthy heiress she claims to be." She continued, "She was actually Franklin's naive junior, the one he lured away. This bald fraud was good with words. While stringing me along, he was also toying with her feelings. I told him to prove his devotion by killing her. And what did he do? He raped her instead, then promised he'd marry her. "Thanks to his schemes, that silly girl happily married Maurice, thinking she'd won. And for years now, she's been coming here, to this 'holy' cathedral, to sneak in a little filth with this fat fraud."

The little woman drew herself up to what must be her most impressive height. Maybe four-ten. “I am not a cook.” She sounded outraged by the idea. “That narrows down the chances of it being poisoned then.” Mia strolled over to the tray, lifting the salver to nod appreciatively. “You may leave, Fifi.” “I am Selena Hernanda-Fuendo, descended from an Aztec princess and Cortez—” “As you said. You’re still dismissed, your highness.” Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with

It was the women he referred to when he said, “You want to fuck one? Lady Delia supplied them, and you know how thoroughly she trains her ballerinas. They know all sorts of commands.” Swiveling my head in their direction, I made note of how each one refused to meet my eye, choosing to stare down at the porky, balding men they serviced. Only one dared look up, a redhead with a spiky haircut that highlighted an angular, elf-ish looking face. That one would be tougher to tame. I wondered if she knew how much Lady Delia prided herself on her mustangs—on the ones that fight back before they inevitably break. “Not interested, Giorgio. They’re too skinny.” I drawled, removing myself from Mykelle’s