Mistress Slave Novels & Stories

She said she needed to be able to move independently in professional settings without looking like she had a bodyguard. He said the poisoned bottle had been two months ago and Victor had escalated every strategy since then and independent movement was a luxury they couldn't afford right now. She said he was treating her like a package to be delivered rather than a person making choices. He went quiet. That was how she knew she'd landed somewhere real — not the surface level of the argument, but something underneath it. He drove for a minute without speaking, and she sat in the passenger seat watching the city move past and knowing she'd said the wrong thing but not quite ready to say so.

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

Dad roared, his finger trembling as he wagged it at me. Supporting his bleeding arm, the ashen-faced Leon snarled, "You ungrateful bitch! Do you think Lorenzo would be better than me? He's a twisted freak because he can't even get it up! You're no longer qualified to be my mistress now. You're only worthy of being a sex slave!" "A sex slave?" I repeated in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?" In the mafia world, a sex slave was 100 times less respectable than a mistress. A mistress could at least choose to walk away from that kind of life. However, a sex slave was treated like property and enslaved for life. Even her children would live as slaves.

Dark replied with a shrug. "How dare you touch my MATE!" Prince Aragorn yelled out the last part. "It irritates me when you call my slave that." Dark said. "She is not your slave." "Oh, she actually is. We made a deal yesterday and we fought which I won of course so she is now my slave, my property and I will do with her in whatever way I want to." "I won't allow that to happen," Prince Aragorn said, his red eyes slowly changing into black. "Not on my watch."

So why does this unnecessary talk ruin the rhythm again? "Let's have a deal" she proposed, looking straight into my eyes without a blink. I was stunned by her confidence for a second. "What deal?" I was actually amused by her words that a trapped woman like her will like to have deal with me? "I know you won't let me go so buy me. Buy me from that woman and take me with you. In return I will serve you for all my life with my body. I can't stand random men touching me every night and shattering my soul. So let it be only you. I will be your slave forever!" She forced out everything with so much struggle as if she was putting her whole heart into it. Selling herself to me looked like a good id

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

I stared out at the tall buildings outside the window. "I am," Sean admitted without hesitation, a smile playing on his lips. "But I'm not sure if I'll have the honor of winning your heart." I turned to him with bright eyes. "Then, why don't you start by telling me when you first started liking me?" … The scenery outside sped by, pushing everything from the past further and further away. Did being betrayed by a scumbag discourage me? Well, if you had your own career, your own friends, your own mind, and knew exactly what you were doing, trust me when I said that men would always be under your control.

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

And despite everything, her love for Nikolai never wavered. If you ask me, I wouldn't say I hate Nikolai. I don't hate. I can't. He's not a monster, not truly. But what he did to Raul... it's the kind of betrayal most people wouldn't forgive. And if I'm being honest, if the roles were reversed—I wouldn't have either. But then again... I was Raul's mistress once. The kind of mistake most women would never forgive. The kind that brands you—a betrayal in a woman's skin. A disgrace to womanhood.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."