Mistress Of The West Novels & Stories

“You’ve been hurt, and I won’t let it slide. Whatever it takes to make it right, I’ll do it. And whoever made you suffer—I’ll make sure they regret it.” Those words exploded like a bolt from the blue, causing the crowd to shudder in shock and their survival instincts to instantly flare up. “So it’s the thief crying ‘stop thief’—failed at being the mistress, now insulting the real wife!” “I knew it, that sharp-tongued bitter face looked familiar, like someone who’s no good. Turns out she’s that shameless mistress who dreamed of seducing Mr. Westvale and breaking off her engagement!” “Shameless mistress!”

They would tear Nasi apart if there were no people around them. Manrou’s face looked even more terrible. She did not know what the girl up was to, but the action was enough to infuriate her. Does this shameless rookie have any respect for my title as the Young Mistress? Weston apathetically took out a handkerchief and wiped himself vigorously before pushing away her hand. “How filthy.” She stood stunned and embarrassed. This man was more arrogant and crueler than rumored. “Sorry…” She walked up and tried to clean him.

West said with a confused face,wondering why their appearance seems as if she was about to get arrested. "Sir told us to get you dressed for the office!" One of the maids said and west was even more confused. "Office?? What office and why??" West asked forgetting she was with the maids. "The Master's office and as for the reason,we aren't aware..." the maid confirmed and west nodded a bit while still standing close to the open without opening the door,obviously thinking why he was taking her to his office. "Madam,we have just two hours to be done here and we've taken up to twelve minutes without doing anything!" The maid said again as she gazed at west with a blank face.

I even made out during wars haha. And currently, I have a mistress Jenny Bob who is as good as anything in bed. Well don't get Mr wrong, I didn't want her. In fact, I never wanted to bring any other she-wolf in my bed except for my mate. It is just that, since I could not find my mate I got myself mistress out of frustration.

Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”

I had been an oracle since birth. Whatever I said would come true. When I first started to speak, I said that my father was going to be rich. That night, my father won a lottery that was worth a hundred million dollars. When I was six, I said the village chief’s grandson would return home safely. The next day, someone found him covered in dirt at the village entrance. When I was eighteen, I commented online that Harrison Corporation, which was almost going bankrupt, would bounce back. As expected, two weeks later, their share prices reached a new height. Hence, Brown Corporation invited me as a respectable guest due to my accurate predictions. However, I had just barely stepped thr

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

[Maisie, want to come overseas and start a business with me? Ezekiel's love had healed me for just a fleeting moment. However, Ophelia's friendship reminded me that saving myself could take me much farther and last much longer.

[Ouch, that looks painful. [Mandy is insane. This is wild.] I sat there numbly on the floor, staring at the flood of comments, a deep sense of helplessness washing over me. [Wait… why does this ‘mistress’ look more and more like Liana West, the CEO of West Group?] [Wasn’t she featured in that Women in Power magazine?] [A CEO as a mistress? No way… did they get the wrong person?]