Mistress Red Mga Nobela at Kwento

These two were really treating me like a maid. “Here, it's warm water Mrs Hales.” I said as I handed Nicole the glass. Nicole's eyes widened in horror as she took the glass from me. "Ouch!" she gasped, clutching her hand and recoiling. "Alexa, you've burned me!" she accused, her voice filled with pain and anguish. The interviewers looked at each other, unsure of how to react. And then a rush of accusations flew through the air. "She is indeed a mistress?" shouted someone from the audience. "Trying to harm the wife as soon as she finds out she is pregnant, what a heartless woman."

“You don’t even have a mate, man. Sit down.” Zike bristled but said nothing. “And I do,” I continued. Zike folded his arms. “Then show me.” I leaned back, giving him a slow, dangerous smile. “I don’t take orders. But if you insist… Watch closely.” Zike clapped his hands slowly, the sound echoing through the hall. The doors swung open, and a woman clothed in red stepped inside, her chin lifted in defiance. “Mira, my mistress,” Zike declared, his voice smug.

A woman with fiery red hair flowing down her back with a head-dress, and was wearing a richly embroidered gown, personifying the costume of nobility from the Middle Ages, was screaming at the Duke! "I should be eating with you in the hall! You keep me locked on this floor like a prisoner! I am your mistress and should be acknowledged as such!" Mistress?! Why the fuck can't the fairies land me in a time when the descendants of Braxius were single? My Trojan husband was married to a bitch that allowed the Greeks into Troy. My Roman lover had a mistress who tried to embarrass me in front of the Emperor. I don't want any more

Still, it wasn’t til he saw her sucking Lar’s cock that he fully believed it was happening. Red stopped dead in his tracks, frozen in horror, shock and heartbreak. Just when he had felt himself to be invincible. What a joke. What was the point of having all this power, if Misha was just going to betray him like this in the end?! She clearly didn’t love him, the dirty little harlot! He was risking everything for her, and here she was, at a time like this, sucking the enemies’ dick?! For one startling/sickening moment, Red saw nothing but the pure white of his own rage.

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

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

"You cheated on me, and you're still this desperate to talk to him?" Wind rushed in. My strength gave out, and I collapsed to my knees. "No... this really is about saving Nora. Please answer it. Please..." Lucien seemed to soften and brought the phone back inside. But as I reached for it with shaking hands, he smiled and smashed it against Camilla's floor. My screen was already cracked. Four times, I had asked Camilla to approve a screen repair. She had denied me every time. I picked it up, and shards of glass cut my hand.

"...the Crimson Mistress simply wants something every woman like me wants." His expression remained unreadable. "And what's that? A good fuck?" I sneered and said, "More than that.... a stable benefactor." The corner of my lips curved. "A consistent client." Silence, his eyes searched mine again... looking, questioning and waiting for me to slip. When I didn't... he released a slow breath through his nose. "So that's your intention?" "Oh come on... Mr. Castellano, What other intention would a woman in my profession have?"

The comments were worse. Honestly, Milly looked gorgeous beside Declan. She handled the scandal with so much dignity. Declan and Milly would actually make a stunning couple. Milly deserves better than Isaac. Meanwhile Kara still looks like a mistress. The last comment made my eyes twitch. Mistress. Mistress? I stared at the screen. Then read it again. Mistress. Not a future wife. Not fiancée. Not the winner. But a Mistress. The word burned. “Miss KARA?”

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.