Novel & Cerita Mistress Mika Katana

I had no one more closer to me than him, not even those fling wives. And surely not her. I wasn't capable of loving anyone, but hers was going to be different. I hate her already. She was my enemies daughter and was now going to be my personal pawn on the facade of my wife. It's time I started encroaching om all the mafias and getting what I want.

I slowly opened it, my face remained impassive, and walked in, pointing my gun at the man who had just done a deep thrust to his wh*re, she was now gripping the bedsheet and screaming in pleasure. "Hands up! Don't ever make a move." They were both roused from their lust lands as they both turned their heads in my way. Both were drenched in perspiration and struggling to regain their breath. The lady flinched and swiftly pulled herself up; I can see her trembling in panic as the man, who had been looking at me with dull eyes, slowly adjusts himself. My eyes welled up with tears, but I tried my best to keep them back and stay cool, stern, and emotionless in front of him. After this day swears

Chris is now getting ready on his motorbike. Without lingering Lilyana immediately got on the motorbike to return home. Along the way, her eyes constantly looking around. After all this time, she was back on the back of the same motorbike and the same person, her ex-boyfriend. Instead of going inside the house and resting, after Chris left Lilyana ordered an online taxi to take her to a restaurant. In the taxi, all the betrayal committed by Ed Shane continues to be pictured in her head. The videos sent by Julia are also constantly watched on even though she knew it would only hurt her.

except for me though. "Rico" she stroked Damon's hair. "I prepared all of your favorite food, now you let me go so I can breathe" she tapped his back and Damon released her. She looked at me and smiled, "You must be the woman that stole my Rico's heart...." I knew that my whole body was going to faint as she too stopped to think of a name. "It's Liliana" she said smiling and my heart leaped with joy. "You are even more beautiful than the way Rico describe you"

She murmured, head's frowning. They talked about things and she observed that Nico was more talkative than the person named Lafarga. Nico gave a friendly vibe and she was comfortable with it. However, Lafarga was more like a serious and silent type yet he was not cold like his master. He just seemed shy and not use to open up with people that he does not know yet. “Sorry for interrupting young madam, but there’s a person below who wished to see you.” All of them look at the person behind them and it was one of the maid named Mika. A young twenty years old lady.

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

He trusted my instincts the way I trusted his and that trust was one of the most valuable things in my life. "Noah wants pasta tonight," I said. A beat. Then a sound that was almost a laugh. "I will bring the good sauce." "Please," I said. I ended the call. Opened my laptop. Returned to work. Somewhere across the city Vanessa Moretti was watching the coverage of her own interview and waiting for it to do what she had designed it to do. She was going to be waiting for a while. Because the woman she had designed it to damage had outgrown the version of herself that could be damaged by it. She was still fighting someone who no longer existed. Still throwing things at a door that had been closed

I splashed water on my face and body, the mirror reflecting my sharp jawline and the hunger still burning in my grey eyes. “Chasing?” I said, drying up as I stepped back into the room. “I’m going to have her, Marcus. She’s not like these girls. She’s… different.” Marcus raised a brow, intrigued. “Different how? Spill it, man.” I leaned against the dresser, my mind replaying every detail of last night. “She was running from some thugs. I think. I offered to clear her debts, make it all go away. Told her to be my mistress for a year.” I paused, a smirk tugging at my lips.

“She knows that we were fucking each other behind her back. In our own home.” My heart stopped beating. My eyes widened as I stared at him, the blood completely draining from my face. “She found them, Sandra. She saw the video tapes. The sex tapes we made,” David confessed, the brutal reality hanging in the quiet air between us like a executioner’s axe. “She watched it. Every single thing. There was absolutely nothing left for me to say to defend myself, because the truth was right there in front of her. She knows you were my mistress.”

She nodded with a small smile, but the moment her eyes met mine, the smile disappeared—replaced by a sharp glare. “And why are you here?” She gritted out, giving me a malicious once-over. “Hello, Mrs. D’Amano,” I replied with a fake smile, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “That’s not the answer to my question, slut. What are…” Before I could even get the chance to snap at her, Nickolai did it for me. “Catalina,” Nikolai called firmly, stepping between her and me to block her from coming any closer.