Romans & histoires Mistress Mika Katana

Coming out of the kitchen, she met Karlina's eyes. Karlina evaluated her from top to bottom. Anger welled up in her heart. She rushed forward directly and raised her hand, preparing to slap Mica. “Bitch. You dare seduce my Venn.” Mica was a miserable child who grew up in an orphanage, so she matured very early. Almost instinctively in defense, she grabbed Karlina's wrist. Karlina struggled twice but was unsuccessful. As a rich lady, how can she be as strong as Mica?

In times of war, it only took one moment of letting your guard down for a bullet to end your life. “What are we doing here?” Mika asked. “This is Kira’s mother,” I said as I walked to the woman in a chain. I had let her off the ceiling because I didn’t want her arms to be severed. She needed to be healthy, or I wasn’t going to get information using her. “I won’t say anything!” She yelled when she saw me. “Torture me all you want.” “I know. I am here so you can watch me call Kira and tell her to come and get you. Only, I will kill her. I think she has walked on this Earth longer than is necessary.”

she said with pleading eyes She clasped her hands together and looked at me Authroess POV Mica packed her hair into a ponytail and applied a little bit of lipstick on her lips She walked down the stairs gracefully and found James waiting for her "Remember our deal Mica"James stated He knew the game his playing is a risky one but he can't afford to lose Penny Letting Mica know that he runs a human trafficking business is utterly stupid but effective Mica got power and connection once she takes Max away from Penny..she'll have no other option but to come to him He taught with a triumphant smile on his lips "Yeah..yeah whatever"Mica replied They both walked into their separate cars

On the way, he posted a reply. "I truly love Anne. I have to atone for the wrongs I've done." His words immediately provoked anger among people online. "What love are you talking about? The love where you and your mistress lived lavishly while she ate scraps?" "Or is it the one where you slept on a million-dollar mattress in a mansion while she shivered in a drafty apartment?" "If that's what you call love, then congratulations to her for seeing your true face and escaping the misery." Eric recognized his fault and found himself completely speechless.

The room was once silent again. All the people's attention is on the girl bowing down to them that asked for forgiveness. The most surprised out of them all are the two people who were always with Keila Kitamura. She is their boss and they are her willing human slaves. They admire her for her beauty and elegance and they tried their best to be on her good side and even doing bad things for her. They are the first to know her truth and they are willing to help her but she suddenly avoided them.

Finally! "C'mon girls! I told you not to mess with her too much." A familiar voice said, making me open one of my eyes to look at the female standing above me with murderous intent. She slowly brought down her katana, holding it by her side and stepping out of my line of sight. I scowled at the next female that came into view. Athena..or rather... Iñari Okami. The mastermind of this whole thing.

"There has been an unspoken rule throughout history that mistresses are safeguarded against being targets of political upheaval." "What if I say no?" She asks. I feel my stomach twist in dismay. My fear is that she would rather leave here than accept this meaningless title change. "Well, why would you?" Lucia asks. "Because...I mean, Onyx and I are not romantically involved." She gestures between the two of us, the urgency in her eyes digging into my heart, causing an ache. "He's just my friend." "What goes on behind the scenes means very little. It's just a title," I assure her firmly. "This title doesn't mean you are obliged to do anything a mistress usually would."

Trying to find where I had gone wrong, but I came up empty. The sex was passionate. The kisses were passionate. The conversations were passionate. The only common denominator was her. I had caught glimpses of her a few times before, through a polaroid Stefan kept in the slip of his wallet. She had porcelain skin, dark hair, a clear complexion, and golden brown eyes that were enough to lure any man in. I knew what he had seen in her, and for that I didn't blame him.

“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.”

Nirvana clenched her fist so tightly that she could feel blood, her whole body taut and her face turned pale. Who was she? How was she supposed to introduce herself in a way that would guarantee her stay at the table? Derek’s Mistress? His lover? His secretary? None of it made any sense to anyone. It didn’t justify her presence on the table. She found herself tongue-tied as her mind grappled to find a self-escape. “I…” She started but Kaitlyn was faster and louder. “She is our head maid.”