Mistress Novelas e Histórias

the madame said. "I don't know what you are talking about" Camilla said as she glanced away. "Madame, I am not trying to be rude but it's normal if you and the master are sleeping with each other but I will urge you to be careful and not fall deeply for him. In all the years I have worked here, the master has had several mistresses and a lot of them have tried to get him to fall in love with them but they have all failed, I would advise you to be careful" the madame told her.

Finally, she agreed, saying, "Alright, since this is the only request you have asked of me, I will grant it. However, you must continue to be loyal to me or your petite wife will face the consequences.” Accepting her condition, I nodded and said, "Thank you so much, I will always be loyal, Mistress." My words made her smile. She stood up, grabbed her favorite wine, and offered me a glass, saying, "Let's toast for a job well done. Making Susan lose her child and driving her crazy brings me great pleasure. Come, celebrate with me," as she played music and danced alone. Yes, I orchestrated Susan's miscarriage. When Mistress heard t

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

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

' 'Seriously me knowing is your biggest problem? 'No, sorry where was I oh, she told me to tell you to live her man alone, I was confused at first cause I knew you only had one man who is your husband. Then she cleared my confusion, that Antony belongs to her and you are the mistress. If you ever come close to him she would take what both of you have. Then the line went dead, what did she mean.' 'Oh my God I have been selfish all this while, not caring of the pain everyone might have passed through.'

She lifted her chin and looked down at Gina—this weeping, anguished creature—with all the scorn she could muster. "You've clearly gone to great lengths to paint yourself as someone whose feelings are genuine, someone who simply couldn't help herself. Maybe you really are just a poor soul lost to temptation." Her voice was cold, deliberate. "But let me tell you something. A person who truly loves herself does not become the one to wreck another person’s love.. Another person's marriage is not a door you can just walk through. And being a mistress only brings disgrace upon yourself—no matter how desperately you claim your love was something you couldn't resist."

After all, I was the mistress. And now, here I was, legally married to Harold, holding all the rights of a wife on paper—yet I was being haunted by the exact same woman. Still Cyndrel. Cyndrel again, and again, and again. It was always her, ruining every single chance I had at happiness. A stray tear escaped my eye, burning hot against my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, forcing myself to stop, refusing to let him see me unravel.

Jade stands a few feet away from the door and smirks. "Don't let all the flattering go to your head, you're still nothing but a pawn to Zion" "If you're going to be a mistress you should at least have some shame, don't you think?" "What are you talking about? The one who isn't loved is the mistress. Beside I was there first" "What kind of twisted logic is that?" "A mistress is person who sleeps with a married person, I'm married to him, you aren't." "Why am I even arguing with you? I look insane"

"It's none of my business?" Lucien's lips curl into a grim smile. "Don't forget-you're my mistress. A mistress follows the rules." Mistress. The word stabs at Nina's dignity, and the bitter reality of her situation crashes down on her. A mistress. That's all I am.

(Séraphine’s POV) Night came faster than I expected. I didn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. I just sat by the window, watching the moon rise above the trees — the same moon that once meant freedom. Now it only reminded me of the life I lost. Every now and then, I caught myself thinking about his offer. Two years as his mistress. Two years in this place, under his rules, under his eyes. It sounded like hell. But what if hell was exactly where I needed to be?