Mistress Natsumi Novelas e Histórias

I realized then that if I didn't clarify things today, I would forever be branded a mistress. "You say Harlan is your dad; is your mom named Doris Dewey?" Jennifer laughed arrogantly. "So, you're finally admitting to being the mistress?" "Let's call them both over and settle this once and for all. Then we'll know who the mistress is and who the disgraceful illegitimate daughter is!"

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

"Let me give you an example. I can shatter all your dreams. I can kick both of you out of this house." Natalie, angered by Susan's audacity, declared, "I am the mistress of this house. Who would dare to kick me out?" Susan mocked Natalie, saying, "Do you genuinely believe you're the mistress of this house? Besides playing the role of Luna's mother, what other role do you have here? None, am I right?"

“Ugh, those animals!” “Yeah, especially the blonde one…” “Jessica,” Natalie clarified. “She’s one of the oldest maids here, and let’s just say she’s… close with the Boss. You know what I mean, right?” I frowned, confused. “No, not really…” Natalie blinked at me, then burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you’re serious? She’s the mansion whore, Rose! That kind of close.” “Oh…” My eyes widened as realization dawned.

I whispered, my voice sounding hollow, like it belonged to a ghost. “Let’s not make a scene in front of the child, Dante,” Natalia interrupted smoothly, her eyes finally sliding over to me. Her gaze was sharp, evaluating, and deeply dismissive. A cold smirk touched her lips as she took in my tangled hair and his silk robe. “So, this is the little designer you’ve been keeping caged up. That's cute. But a mistress can’t give you an heir, Dante. Only I did.” The word mistress sliced through the last remnants of my dignity.

She was wearing black sunglasses, arms folded on her chest, and legs crossed while facing his direction. "Kid, where are the people here?" Maddox asked as he approaches her place. He could see how her eyebrows arched underneath those glasses. "I am Mischa Aslanov. Mort's little sister. I am here to help you marry Sumire. I know my older brother is also the mastermind behind everything that happens at your company. Sit first." Straight-faced, the girl responded without beating the bush and for some unknown reasons, Maddox believed her. He sat down on the opposite side of the single sofa.

Yet, his two mistresses were in their early twenties. His first mistress was an omega who had been maltreated by her stepmother. She suffered cruelty at her hands until Sir Titus offered to make her his mistress. Initially, she refused because he was old enough to be her father, but when the mistreatment became unbearable, she decided to accept his offer. Now, she was comfortably living in an apartment he had set up for her.

She must have been the mistress since those fucking bitches love to be close to married women! “I said the same thing!” Alexei exclaimed, “But he said she isn't the one.” “Then who? Is it Anji?” “I doubt that. Anji is not his type.” I heaved a sigh of relief. Okay, his mistress is not someone I know. Great... “What is she like? Very gorgeous?” “Hmm, he said a lot, but I remembered when he said very pretty.” “Alright,” I maintained my composure and watched him grumble. “No worries, I will send the Omega to bring another flask of food,” I uttered, and he nodded.

"I don't know. You surprised me, and there was no lead in. I'm not sure." "You're honest at least. I'm going to hit you ass with the whip a couple times. Prepare yourself." Lisa anchored her body as best she could and Mistress Dark whipped her buttocks twice, leaving red streaks. Lisa whimpered, but she held still. "I believe she might have the makings of a sex slave. You should know by the time you come tomorrow." Mistress pinched Lisa's nipple and Lisa moaned deep in her throat. "Good possibility anyway." "What time should we arrive tomorrow?" Master asked.

"Don't think you're here to relax." "Okay!" Mr. Hawthorne frowned. "Okay? You haven't even been told what job you'll be doing." Jasmine scratched her temple. "That's... because I'm not allowed to ask." Mr. Hawthorne pointed at Jasmine's face seriously. "You will be a mistress who will serve me, that is what you are here for." "Mis-tress?" As if she had not been able to fully digest, Jasmine was too late to be surprised. Her pupils fluttered as she slowly backed away. "No, I'm..."