Mistress Discord Novels & Stories

“I’m also hanging around your ex’s mistress, Cestie. She hasn’t left the party at all. Does she really have such a thick skin, or does she just not know where to put herself?” Jett asked Celeste with annoyance. “Jettie,” Celeste said, patting his hand and smiling. “Just let her be.” He sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I know. But still! It really boils my blood with these mistresses. Urgh! Even though they know someone is married, they just go on being mistresses because their kiffy is itching!”

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

Irene stopped abruptly and looked at Alice by the stair case squinting her eyes meaningfully “What does it look like?” “Don't you think we need to talk? or are you going to act like there's nothing to address” Alice said smirking at Irene like one who had won a foreseen battle. Irene glanced at her with dislike and thought that I'll only be nice if she'd give her a piece of her mind. “What should we talk about..... uhh, that you betrayed me or you were my fiance's Mistress while you pretended to sympathize with me all along”. this time she spoke slightly up angry

Before I could recover from the hard impact on my face or say anything, the lady spoke in a more mocking tone that made my stomach recoil. " I think you need to know who you are up against, little bitch; I'm Katherine Rodriguez, the billionaire Alpha's only daughter and heiress," she announced, her voice dripping with smug superiority. "And I'm Derrick Ortega's chosen mate, his future wife. So you see, you never stood a chance."

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

She had no idea what he meant, but the heat between them — the electricity that surged through the air — made her cheeks burn. “I—” she started again. “Enough.” He straightened, adjusting his perfectly tailored suit. “I want a proposition, Ms. Morgan. A deal.” Her brain short-circuited. A deal? “What… what kind of deal?” she asked cautiously. Ethan’s lips curved into a smirk, cold and infuriating. “One year. As my… mistress.” The words hit her like a physical blow. Mistress? “What? No! Absolutely not! I—I can’t—”

“And the alpha’s personal maid. I attend directly to him, and he entrusts me with his tasks—including his personal card. Who are you?” The woman went still, clearly not expecting that kind of answer. Even I hadn’t expected it. Omegas—even mistresses—weren’t supposed to speak like that to women of higher rank. Miranda’s cheeks flushed red. “I… if what you’re saying is true, then… show us.” “Show you what?” Misha asked flatly.

The door shut behind him as Travis led the girl in the sexy red dress into a tastily elegant private room above the night club. A luxurious-looking couch faced a huge television screen mounted on the wall opposite the door. Another wall backstopped a fully stocked bar and a tall bistro table with two bar stools. The back wall, if you can call it a wall, was a single giant Plexiglas pane giving a sweeping view of Chicago's downtown. The Loop pulsed like a living creature outside the window.

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!"