Mistress Eve Novels & Stories

___________________ Jane Eve’s overpriced, over-styled shop is an absolute eyesore. Like so many unfortunate she-wolves who assume wealth is the same as class, my ex-husband’s mistress filled her store with the most gaudy, extravagant items she could find, regardless of whether they hold true artistic value.

A single message blinked before fading into the shadows: “Time to play, soon-to-be Mrs. Thompson. Let’s see what you’ll sacrifice for love this time.” Clarisse stayed in Saben’s arms, her head against his chest, feeling nothing but peace while danger hummed inches away, wrapped in silence, waiting. The storm she swore she’d fight wasn’t coming anymore. It was already here sporting Eva Ross's flawless smile.Eva Ross didn't have faith in luck merely leverage. And today, she possessed both. On the top floor of Reese Global Headquarters, she towered over the mirrored windows, her image imposed upon the city skyline like a queen gazing over her warfront. The joint media venture had just been sa

Eve stood up and walked over to Sarah and clasped her hands and even hugged her warmly. Sarah, who was about to be hurt by receiving such attention from her new young Mistress, smiled. "Thank you, Mistress! Mistress is very kind! I know why you love Mistress so much now! Because Madam is kind, warm, and has a gentle heart. And very considerate towards everyone. Thank you for getting to know Mistress in person!" said Sarah and returned the hug to the Mistress she had just met. "Huh? What, I'm not that nice! But thank you, Sarah!" Eve returned a warm smile.

The mistress, Evelyn, smiled graciously and explained, “Alpha Damien, I apologize if you feel uncomfortable with Alpha Elijah bringing me to welcome you, but I’m the core member of the Goldclaw Pride Pack’s herb company, so I should be more than suitable to stand here rather than the Luna if we are to talk about business cooperation.” “Yes, yes, that’s true, Alpha Damien,” Elijah nodded repeatedly, agreeing with his mistress’ words. “Evelyn knows more about our business than the Luna.” I scoffed at them both. Did they think I was stupid? It was apparent they were lying their ass off. With that in mind, I had no desire to communicate with this shameless and lying couple anymore. Furthermore,

"Do you think I'm blind, Eva? I see right through you. You're after Blake, aren't you? Well, keep dreaming. He's mine, and I'm the only one worthy of him!" "Tally, is comprehension not in your repertoire?" Eva's laughter dripped with disdain. "Ah, I see it clearly now. Your desperation has clouded whatever semblance of reasoning you had left. You're still clinging to the title of mistress, oblivious to the fact that I've rid myself of that scoundrel. What a pitiful state you're in!" The mention of being labeled a mistress and home-wrecker weeks prior reignited Tally's dormant fury. Her past indignation merged with the fresh surge of anger, a volatile concoction ready to erupt at any moment.

"Thanks to our new Mediterranean routes." George stretched lazily. "Nothing like a few sunken competitors to clear the shipping lanes." During the recess, Eve cornered me in the ladies' lounge—a cage of velvet and malice. "A woman's power comes from her womb," she whispered, adjusting my pearls with claws masquerading as fingers. "Give me an heir, and we'll discuss... privileges." The door burst open before I could respond. Adam stood framed in the doorway, his expression dark enough to curdle blood.

"The Young Master has gone too far, Madam. Why don't you have the bigger heart and let things go?" "Why do I always have to be the one with the bigger heart?" Eve lay on the bed and tapped into her phone. The screen popped up with an alert message. "The Young Master can be irrational when he's angry. But Madam—" "I don't want to talk about him, Elena." Eve picked up a pillow and lay her head on it. "I'd like to get some sleep." More worry reflected in the Stewardess's eyes and she stood up and bid her goodnight.

"A mistress... of course! It makes perfect sense. Why else would a man like Christian be with someone like her? She’s his little secret, his plaything while he is marrying the Hale heiress. That Elara is nothing but his bed warmer!” "Exactly," Melissa sneered, pacing in the room with satisfaction in her eyes. "In the past, she was a gold digger with Nathaniel, and now she’s a mistress for Christian. She’s probably using her bastard child to guilt Nathaniel into giving her a lifestyle she could never afford on her own. Maybe she knows that Christian might leave her someday so she's trying to trap Nathaniel too! She’s a home-wrecker. She’s a parasite feeding off the Miller name while the real

But she was now Natalia. After she regained her memories, it didn't take her long to figure out who Dom was. A quick search online revealed his full name was Dominic Valentini. Age 38 and currently the head of the Valentini mafia family. They were rivals with the Parisi family. If Dom got a hold of Orlando's location, he would kill him. That meant Leo Parisi would go to jail where it would be easy for them to get rid of him and successfully take out their biggest competitor. Thalia wondered if telling the truth was the right thing to do.

"It's just that with the way he is taking everything slow like some gentleman, I am going not going to get sex from him anytime soon. He probably thinks I am a virgin, Chris! Or he might say he won't have sex with me until marriage! Geez, babe, I will lose my mind!" "And you think sleeping with Michael is going to help you not lose your mind?" "Yes. I will sleep with Michael every time I want to... You know, just until Daddy's boy makes love to me and I can decide if he can satisfy me or not!" Christine slapped a hand to her face and shook her head. How did she end up with a friend like Ruth again? "Think of it as a win-win. You will be meeting Alex Pencraft and you can celebrate your appoi