Mistress Of The West Novels & Stories

After several hours things were now calm and the storm was over, even the dark cloud had already left the sky and now Alicia came out of her room when she heard that the priest had arrived and so was her dress. Jeanette had actually taken up the responsibility of putting together everything as we all got ready for the wedding that will take place in an hour ---- the fear I had earlier returned, if Damon do get married today I shall walk away even though I already am starting to love him. Took me so many hours to think about it and now I had concluded that I don't want to be known as "mistress surrogate" the hidden lover of business tycoon, Damon Prince. Now I shall respect my decision....

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Every muscle in his face went still—too still. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, but she shoved it down. There was no space for trembling hands or second thoughts—not now. This moment had always been inevitable. Crossing paths with Alexandria was written in the fine print the day she said yes to Lazare. The woman was more than just his mother—she was a storm dressed in silk and secrets. Vlada straightened her spine, her heels echoing with purpose. She wasn't the same girl they once dismissed, the one they broke in silence and left to bleed behind closed doors. That version of her was gone—buried beneath the wreckage of broken promises and cold betrayals.

Trying to find where I had gone wrong, but I came up empty. The sex was passionate. The kisses were passionate. The conversations were passionate. The only common denominator was her. I had caught glimpses of her a few times before, through a polaroid Stefan kept in the slip of his wallet. She had porcelain skin, dark hair, a clear complexion, and golden brown eyes that were enough to lure any man in. I knew what he had seen in her, and for that I didn't blame him.

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

“Tresia, listen. We don’t know everything. I wish we did. It might make whatever’s coming easier to handle. I’ll tell you what we do know, so bare with me. First of all, everything you were taught about the last Veil Mistress is a lie. Well, except the six mates. That part is true. The Elders at the time became threatened by her and her men. The reason she’s only referred to as Mistress is because her name was stricken from all records. Your six’s parents were told her men's names by Dreamwalkers. Each of us are named after her men.”

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

Then, as if struck by a memory, she added, “But... didn’t you give us trackers when we went to his mansion?” She was right. I moved to my desk, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I pulled up the tracking system. The screen flickered, but instead of Mrs. Williams’ location, there was only static. “Damn it!” I hissed under my breath. Western had anticipated this. Of course he had. The sharp trill of my phone broke the silence. I snatched it up, my heart pounding. “David,” came Western’s voice, smug and dripping with malice. “How kind of you to bring my lover to my doorstep. You’ve made this all too easy.”

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Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”