Mistress Ember Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

he demanded, his voice sharp. Unease settled in the pit of my stomach as I slowly turned to look. Where my professional résumé should have been displayed in clear text, there was instead a bold red message, each word an accusation screaming across the screen: "I am the mistress who drove my lover's wife to her death. I deserve to die!" Before anyone could remove the damning words, a male student leaped up from the crowd, his face twisted in fury as he pointed at me. "It's her! This slut destroyed my family and forced my mother, the rightful wife, to her death!" he shouted, his voice shaking with emotion. "How can someone like her call herself a philanthropist?"

That I had caused the Hale family to fall apart. While packing my bags, I found my transaction records in Orion’s room. He had checked my financial statements long ago. He had always known that I repaid the Hales using the money from selling Mooncrest Pavilion, not a cent less. He knew it all along. Nevertheless, he pretended not to believe it. Worse still, he knew Mooncrest Pavilion was a place of heartbreak for me, that I would never willingly return. Therefore, behind my back, he quietly bought shares and handed them to Vera, turning Mooncrest Pavilion into a playground for their flirting, purely to satisfy his twisted amusement.

Julian was already dressed immaculately in his expensive suit, having transformed back into the cold, rigid, and untouchable billionaire. Julian approached the bed. He dropped a black unlimited card onto the blanket right in front of Elena. "From this moment on, you will be my mistress. Use that card to pay for your college tuition and to buy whatever you need," he stated flatly, entirely devoid of expression. Elena, still wrapped tightly in the blanket, sat up abruptly. "B-but Julian, last night was just an accident. I can't keep doing this! We cannot continue," she protested, a heavy wave of guilt suddenly creeping over her.

"So, if you want to fix everything, just come with me, and we’ll figure it out." Ethan slowly approached, trapping her between the sofa and his body. The mere closeness to her, being able to admire her beauty, and catching the subtle scent of her perfume was enough to drive Ethan mad and make his heart race endlessly. Ethan’s voice shook with excitement. "Ember, as long as you promise me, I can take care of everything for the orphanage." "So, what you want is for me to be your mistress?" Emerald asked calmly. Ethan swallowed quickly, excitement evident on his face. "Yes, my mistress, my only mistress."

He had other plans. The sound of the door drew me out of my thoughts, only to meet my right-hand maid. “Any problem?” She wore a gorgeous look like she had some good news to give. “My Lady, I found out about the alpha's slave and his beta.” My eyelashes fluttered. I could recall angrily telling her to look into Ember four days ago. “What did you find out?” “Ember grew up in a remote town, but she dated the new alpha’s beta.”

Who knows. “I did not kill your mother, Jessica. And I did not deserve the punishment I got from your father. No matter how much you are grieving, banishing a child should never be your go to. But he was blind, and he listened too much to you and your pathetic brother. Did you tell him about the abuse you two put me through? The living hell I had to endure everyday in his hell house? How his children terrorized someone innocent, just because I was ordered to cover for your lack of magic? No? Well, how about we talk about that, or you can get the hell out of my pack. Liam IS MINE!” Ember roars the last thing, her voice combined with Maddie, and the impact of the words leave no doubt about how

he whispered back longing for her to kiss him but she was luring him into an uncontrollable desire for him as she slowly undressed herself, being left with only her bra and underpants. “Do we have a deal Mathew?” she asked him while she had just lowered her hand into his pants and was about to give him a blowjob. “Yes, whatever you want” he responded looking with so much lust toward her. She then lowered his trousers and pulled out his dick, she placed herself just perfectly with her ass facing his face as she bent it over to suck him, he uncontrollably tore her pants and gently kissed her ass while she did the work on him. Priscilla was quite the devil when she was angry and on a mission. M

He was also the only man who had ever truly had power over me. But he was wrong about one thing. He hadn’t created me. Five years ago, I was just a heartbroken eighteen-year-old in a wedding dress, sitting on the side of a dusty road, my world shattered. I had caught my fiancé with another woman on the morning of our wedding. And then Garrick found me. He offered me a job, a fresh start. At first, I thought I’d be his secretary. But that was just a front for the women he recruited—women like me, trained to seduce and manipulate, to dig up secrets and destroy powerful men.

“It doesn't look like you're fine, and honestly if I were to say something, I'd say you're a better character than I am, I don't know about your current situation, or status or anything, and even if I knew, I'm not sure I know how to solve them, I mean the experience is like a celebrity trying to wash dishes, so whatever it is that you're hesitant to share, i just feel letting it out sometimes will makes you feel light of the burdens.” A better character? I bet she wouldn't say that, if she met Maverick Nightshade, would she still say that when she knew my intentions? When she knew everything Maverick Nightshade touched gets burned to dust? “Yeah, everything is fine when you're so perfect.”