Mistress Natsumi Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It feels more like a massage.” Nadine stepped back, her breath uneven, her face wet with tears. He only watched her, taking slow, deliberate steps forward. “You think you can run from me?” “I beg you, Sir… I only work here. Please, let me go…” she cried, pleading. Justine’s eyes hardened. “You’ll regret this,” he said flatly before seizing her wrist roughly. He pulled her close, trapping her small frame in his arms. “You know,” he whispered coldly, “many women dream of sharing a bed with me. But you… you’re not even my type. You’re too thin — your chest almost flat.”

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

How nice to be able to turn things around like now. Ah, should he thank Enrico for giving him the black card? "Anyway, you can also name the owner of this black card. It seems that everyone here is very curious, who is the rich man who made me his mistress." "Okay, miss." The maid looked obedient. Ga Eun folded her arms across her chest. Even though he was a little angry, he didn't want to show his anger in front of Naomi. Moreover, they are currently being watched.

Unfortunately, the rose-colored glasses of the past were too thick, and I had not been able to see his true nature clearly. Coming back to my senses, I saw Martin reaching out to help me gather the ashes from the floor. "Stella, I didn't know Mom's condition was that serious. I thought you were lying to me. I'm sorry... Can you please forgive me?" Just as he was about to touch Claire's ashes, I shoved him away hard. "Get away from me, you murderer! What right do you have to touch her ashes? Don't dirty Mom's path to peace." Martin lost his balance and his forehead struck the broken fragments on the floor. Blood immediately gushed from the cut and trickled down his chin.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

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.