Mistress Red Mga Nobela at Kwento

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“Be my mistress. For, let’s say, a year. You’ll live with me, cater to my needs, and in return, I’ll make sure those men never bother you again. You’ll be safe. Protected.” The words hit me like a slap, igniting a storm of rage and humiliation. My mouth fell open, shock rendering me speechless for a moment. Mistress? Mistress? He thinks he could buy me, like I was some cheap liability to be owned? My hands shook, as I boiled over, drowning out the fear, the exhaustion, everything. “How dare you?” I spat, my voice rising, sharp and venomous. “You think I’m some kind of whore you can just… purchase? Fuck you, Daniel!” I yelled as my chest heaved with the force of my anger. “I’d rather die than

The redhead rose without a sound, smoothed her dress, and was through the side door before the fire crackled twice. Riven didn't watch her go. He was already looking at Fin, like the last thirty seconds hadn't happened. Sterling: I'm going to need something stronger than whatever's in that decanter. Fin: You and me both. "You want her as your mistress," Riven clipped. "I won't allow it. You won't insult Meredith that way." Fin turned his head slightly. "A mistress." He looked at Riven the way one looks at a child who has said something embarrassing at dinner. "No. That's not how I operate."

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

"Who gave you permission to leave your room, whore!" Turning towards the sound, I stare at what I can only assume is the madame of this establishment. She is fat and ugly with an obvious wig on that is the color of red. Her clothes are of the upper-class Roman style, with luxurious fabrics also in the color red. The woman painted her face white with red circles on her cheeks in an attempt to hide her age. It didn't work. The mistress looks like a clown. Fighting to keep my composure and prevent my bursting laughter at the comedic sight, I glance back up to the face of Braxius.

And if I had to play the part of his mistress to make that happen, then so be it. Because by the time my two years were over… Either Cullen would set me free — or I’d make sure he never ruled again.

The first roses of the year were open — red ones, deep and quiet in the evening light. "He kept this garden for her," she said. "All those years. And she never came back to see it." "No." He was quiet for a moment. "But you're here." She looked at the red roses and thought about her mother laughing off-camera in a photograph. About a man who had loved someone and made a wrong choice and spent the rest of his life making it right as best he could. About the daughter who'd arrived too late and loved him anyway and was going to protect what he'd built.

Very early the next day,Beta Drake sat beside the alpha at the pack house. Drake pushed a file closer. "Your majesty,this is the file, The rogue maid was an ex member of Cornerstone. This file has everything about her," Alpha Thorne nodded, grabbing the file,Madonna walking in paused. She did not know what they were saying, but she definitely did hear 'The rogue maid'

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

“You can say whatever comes to mind. Please, I’m curious because personally I like red dresses too.” “Uh … mistress, I hope you won’t take offense, but ….” She gulped and helplessly looked at other Rhos. As none of them said something, she finally said, “But from what I understand so far, you are our Alpha’s mistress.” I nodded. “It’s correct. Does it have anything to do with a red dress?” “Uh … “ The Rho scratched her head again. “I’m sorry, mistress, but some may perceive the red dress as a scarlet color.” She bent her face and bowed deeply. “I don’t mean to insult you, but it’s better we choose other colors.”