Mistress Of Spices Novels & Stories

Immediately after that, she saw Sigrid take a chili pepper out of the box. The maid was a bit confused. She didn't understand why there was a chili in the kitchen as Mister didn't eat spicy food, and he did not want anyone to buy chili. Then she saw Sigrid cut the chili and put it into the pot to cook... While the water was boiling, Sigrid was staring at the pot full of chili, constantly stirring, and in another pot she started cooking the noodles. The maid was shocked. 'I know too much. Will I be killed for it? But Mister... can really not eat spicy food!' she thought to herself.

How dare he think he could control me again? I was not going to be a mistress for the second time! I was Aria Jenn…the designer. I was not thesame pitiful secretary from years ago. I was back, and I was better. “Stay the hell away from me.” I finally warned after a moment of silence, blinking away my tears. I was not going to cry in front of him. Silence reigned, I could tell he was surprised by my sudden lash out. I did not even bother to look at him–I just turned and left. I did not know where I had gotten the courage from, perhaps from the alcohol?

he urged while helping me bring the glass to my lips and I downed everything in one go. "Are you okay now?" "Yeah I think I am" I said while clearing my throat. "Who prepared the chicken sauce and rice?" I heared his deep voice ask and I knew what was about to come by everyone's way. "I did Boss" a maid said with her head bowed down "Whoever you are, step out and stand in front of me" he ordered and she did exactly as she was told. "Why is there so much spice in the chicken sauce?" "Forgive me Boss I made a grave mistake. I didn't take note of how much spices I had added, I didn't have any intention for it to come out this way. Please don't punish me" she pleaded with tears rolling down free

Every time she swore that that would be her last conquest, she ended up seeing better offers from richer men and like an addict, she would go right back to the drugs she'd promised not to use again. Besides, her father's wife, Corinne had now bore her father an heir and had secured the central place in his life. Every day, it became increasingly obvious that there was no way that his wealth was going to find its way into Charlotte or her sister, Lucy's hands. They'd best fight for themselves. Her second conquest was an older man in his sixties. He was old in age but still virile in bed and all the older women his age that he'd hooked up with simply did not possess what it took to satisfy him

" Little Miss, your lunch is ready" one of the cooks walked in with a tray of food. Zephyr waved her off, she called her back at the last second. " Is anything the matter little miss, I've improved on my cooking after your instructions the last time and I remembered to limit the amount of proteins in your food, everything was made with fresh spices and ingredients" The cook said in a hurry, she had been hired recently and she had already started to get into the little Miss bad books.

Nerissa grabbed Isabella's hand. "Nerissa, we are going to work here as maid. We shouldn't take advantage of their kindness." But Nerissa wasn't listening at all, instead she also followed inside without even helping Isabella to carry their luggage. "Wow! That's really huge!" The mansion was enormous; it looked like a palace. The floors were shiny white marble, the stairs curved up with intricate designs carved into them, and the chandeliers seemed endless. Before the grand staircase, there are two people wearing maid's uniform.

The door to the room was now fully closed making the smell of instant noodles gather in the room. "D*mn girl!" said Lilyana while looking at the door. Her eyes glanced slightly at the bowl and glass that Ivy had placed on the nightstand. These instant noodles really tempt the taste buds, even Lilyana, who already feels full, wants to eat them right away. However .... "No ... no! I can't eat it, I can't eat my husband's mistress's cooking!" She went back into hiding place. The thick blanket covered her from head to toe. That way too, the smell of instant noodle that was now filling the room didn't smell too much to her.

Some of the waitresses flirted with the customers. Roxanne's eyes scanned the clubhouse for Madam Loo. She soon saw the lady sashaying towards her. Madam Loo wore her silky black hair in spring curls and was wearing a leopard print gown that had slit up to her thighs. The lady was voluptuous and had very bold makeup going on. "Good evening, Madam Loo." Roxanne greeted the lady. Madam Loo looked at her dressing, obviously disgusted by her appearance. "You are right on time, Roxanne. Come I'll take you to go get dressed." Madam Loo led her down to the dressing area. Other girls were getting dressed up.

"Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?" "You are a police officer, Ethan. You are clever and keen-eyed." Mia's smile broadens. She sparkles with optimism. “Mia, I don’t think we’ll be able to find someone to fulfill the role of a mysterious mistress on duty. My skills are more suited for apprehending criminals rather than pretending to be a romantic partner,” Ethan expressed, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.