Mistress Del Rio Novels & Stories

Indeed, the importance of a mother can't be overemphasized. Thinking about it through the other angle, I imagined how much I'd have to pass through, if I decide to be his mistress. He was so arrogant and dominant, everyone knows that. He isn't someone you fiddled with. Not at all. I knew his dominance was something I hated so much. His ruthlessness… That's obviously the reason why I have to make this tough decision. I can only wonder what it would be like being his fully fledged possession.

Tears were already pooling in her eyes and she fought to stay strong. "You shut the fuck up you prostitute and listen to me! You do not deserve to be with someone like my daughter but she likes you. She gave an orphan like you a life yet you have no shame." Christine was livid. She tried to hold on but the insults got to her and she stood up. "Sorry madam but I have to go." "You'll go when you explain these." Rhoda threw an open envelope to Christine's feet, letting the content spill right in front of the furious girl.

Monica’s cheeks were streaked with bright red marks, blood stained the corner of her mouth, and her carefully coordinated dress had been torn to shreds. “What are you standing there for? Pull her away, now!” Joseph shouted, jolting the surrounding security guards into action. Marcy was quickly restrained. When our eyes briefly met, I gave her a slight nod. That was enough. Hit too lightly, and it wouldn’t satisfy my sense of justice. Hit too hard, and it would escalate to the authorities, which I wanted to avoid. Monica’s reputation was utterly ruined. The title of “mistress” would forever cling to her name.

After all, I was the mistress. And now, here I was, legally married to Harold, holding all the rights of a wife on paper—yet I was being haunted by the exact same woman. Still Cyndrel. Cyndrel again, and again, and again. It was always her, ruining every single chance I had at happiness. A stray tear escaped my eye, burning hot against my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, forcing myself to stop, refusing to let him see me unravel.

DOMINIC'S POV I read her text four times before I put my phone face down on the nightstand. Her name's Isabella Moreno. She bought the large Elena piece, full price, no hesitation. Real eye for the work. Then I lay in the dark and looked at the ceiling for two hours while the city did its quiet nighttime thing outside my windows and my brain did the opposite of quiet. I arrived at the office at seven fifteen. My assistant Priya was already at her desk, which meant nothing except that she was always early, but she looked up when I walked in and then looked at her watch and then back at me with careful neutrality.

“Let me see her picture. I’ll show my son today. He’s already tired of that other mistress.” Mistress? “I’m kind of happy though,” she continued. “His old mistress was just a maid, and thinking about my son sleeping with a maid pisses me off.” A different voice chimed in. “Don’t worry, this Delilah is single, gorgeous, focused on her career, and I’m sure she’s got a good womb.”

The small gathering had drawn the attention of a few influencers who recognized the woman who was mouthing off and Nirvana couldn’t help the surprise when she also heard a few of them recognize her as Derek’s mistress. Was it even possible to even remain the mistress when both of them had nothing to do with each other? Most especially, Nirvana didn’t know that she was popular too. “I am the one that invited her to the show after begging her for five hours, are you calling me a lowlife?” Nirvana heard her best friend’s voice behind her and she had never been more glad for Leah’s presence in her entire life.

Her presence was undeniably mesmerizing. "I am the remains of a woman deeply in love with a man," she revealed, her voice echoing with poetic sadness. "You're familiar with Diabolos, aren't you?" she asked, and I nodded in agreement. I was well aware of Diabolos, the enigmatic being who often drew me into this bizarre realm. "I am his mistress," she declared, sending a wave of shock through me. If her words were true, then she was the catalyst for Diabolos' obsession with mortality and his perilous quest.

Allison POV It had been days since Mistress Namiro, Master Romario's fiancée, arrived at the Manor, and she had been making my life a living hell. She had teamed up with Leonardo to taunt me needlessly, and the worst part was that Master Romario had been ignoring me for days. Not that I wanted him to notice me or anything; it was better he left me alone.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"