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She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

Erica said curtly, standing up and heading toward the door. Arnold shook his head, watching his wife walk ahead of him. "Am I being left behind?" he muttered. Erica met Irene at the bottom of the stairs. She greeted Arnold's cousin warmly. "Irene, what did you cook?" "Oh, you should check it out at the dining table. Arnold said it's your favorite dish." Irene seemed eager to showcase her cooking skills. Erica couldn't wait to see what Arnold considered her favorite dish. When she reached the dining table, her eyes widened at the sight of the food she had been craving. Her mouth almost watered.

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

Adrika added, wearing the same expression. “I love it.” I said, as I shrugged my shoulders. “I knew it. I knew I chose right from the moment I laid eyes on you, Rana,” she said with a proud smile. “Unlike these two.” “Enough of the yapping,” I joked. “Tell us what we have to do.” “Okay, so this is how it's going to be. Old Mrs Miller passed away a week ago, leaving a chest of treasures tucked away in her mansion.” “That chest contains a lot of jewels and sparkling items. And by sparkling, I'm talking real gold.”

"No need to make a big deal. I'm not here for the auction today. "I'm here to catch the tramp!" The atmosphere immediately tensed, and guests began speaking up for Ruth. "Mistresses today have no shame at all. She shows up in front of the real wife and doesn't even feel guilty!" "Mr. Lambert, how could you let trash like this into your auction house?" Feeling the pressure, he shot a quick, uneasy glance at me. I took my chance and said, "Mr. Lambert, it's me! Don't you recognize me?" I motioned to Agnes beside me. "This is my mother-in-law. They're the impostors here!"

I prepared a taco and handed it to him. “Freshly made. My treat. “My husband has recently been keeping a little mistress,” I added. “I’m worried he doesn’t give her enough pocket money. “You know how young girls are—never satisfied, always wanting more.” I spoke with restraint, but when I replayed the interview footage later, I hated myself for not being vicious enough. Any sense of conscience had long since been ground into dust by Monica’s daily displays of feigned concern. The second time I set up my stand, Joseph sent the city enforcement officers to confiscate it.

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

She only had a limited time to carry out her task before she could leave plus after everything she went through in City B in general did not water the idea of trusting anyone, she now knew that books should never be judged by their cover. However, it seems the lady was a bit persistent. Liza stood for a while. As if jolted by an idea she opened up the flask letting the vapor of flavor of the flask engulfed the surrounding air, taking spoon from a satchel, Liza took a spoon full of the shrimp sauce in the flask and ate while constantly moaning in enjoyment. " You don't know what you're missing," she teased, licking her lips. This got Valeria's attention, she instantly lifted her chin as if un