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It seemed they were out in the kitchen or the main corridor. Julian’s voice sounded entirely detached, cold, and formal as usual, while Victoria whined coyly, recounting her failed travel plans from the night before. Elena pulled the heavy duvet over her bare shoulders, curling her knees to her chest as a chaotic storm of emotions swirled within her. Julian is an absolute lunatic, she cursed silently. The man was a cold-blooded psychopath. How could he possibly act as though absolutely nothing had happened out there, while his mistress remained locked away in a secret room inside his own penthouse?

“So what do you want, Alpha?” I let the silence drag for a moment. The fire crackled in the fireplace, soft and sharp. “I have an offer for you,” I said finally. She frowned. “An offer?” “Yes. You’ll stay here, under my protection. You’ll have food, shelter, safety. In exchange, you’ll serve as my mistress.” Her expression froze, then twisted into shock and disgust. “Your what?” “You heard me.” I met her gaze steadily. “I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I’m offering you something better than death.”

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

And, he promised to drag William down as soon as he got successful. "Now, I understand why he's pursuing everything just to win this battle against Mendozas. I thought that his anger and hatred against them was just a simple thing about business, but it was worse than that," I sighed. "You still have many things to know about the Master, Miss Vienna. Many things, but I would just let the Master, himself tell you about those things," Madam Emily said while looking at a distance. I just remained silent while staring at her. What more would I know besides what I heard from her? While staying in this place, I feel like every day makes me curious. Yet, I don't want to ruin Nicholas' privacy.

The door to the room was now fully closed making the smell of instant noodles gather in the room. "D*mn girl!" said Lilyana while looking at the door. Her eyes glanced slightly at the bowl and glass that Ivy had placed on the nightstand. These instant noodles really tempt the taste buds, even Lilyana, who already feels full, wants to eat them right away. However .... "No ... no! I can't eat it, I can't eat my husband's mistress's cooking!" She went back into hiding place. The thick blanket covered her from head to toe. That way too, the smell of instant noodle that was now filling the room didn't smell too much to her.

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

They even heard from the driver that she was Leonard's woman but their master had not pronounced her as one so most of them didn't believe that, some concluded she was just a fling but a pretty one. "Good evening, you all can go to bed. I will cook tonight." "Master won't allow that Ma'am." "I already informed him." They all stared at her amazed by it as they bowed and left one after the other, since the boss allowed her to cook they were glad they would rest that night. They all wondered what she was going to cook and if it would be good, the last person that had done something like this was Miss Karen and the food was bad, the maids had tasted the leftovers and nearly became sick afterward

The maids nodded in understanding. But one or two maids don't like the new girl in this beautiful mansion. "I don't usually have a carb-heavy breakfast!" Morgan gave the code. Then Jessica started looking at all the food on the table and mixing up what her master could eat. "What jam do you want? No, I mean..." "Pineapple!" "Oh, okay," Jessica made wholemeal bread with pineapple jam and started to spread it. "Cheese?" Jessica asked again. Morgan just stared flatly at Jessica, and Jessica was confused.

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

Annabel replied from the ground, as she tried to get on her feet and wait for her next order from the mistress. My mistress, you bare the fairest of them all. I know it, already. But for your reply, I won’t make you starve this night. You are lucky. Now depart from my sight before I lose my lunch. She said as Annabel nodded and bowed before leaving her chambers. Okay, Ambrosia. This is your perfect chance to wrap the prince around your finger. She said to herself in the mirror as a knock on the door was heard. Who is it? She yelled from the mirror as the voice said,