Mistress Stories Novels & Stories

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

The only person who lost here is the wife. "As a mistress, you dare to demand money as well? What's going on in that brain of yours? Let me ask you this. If you actually got the money, would you even share it with your sister?" "I bet she wouldn't. She would say that she carried his child and that her sister didn't, so why should she share the money with her sister?" "After hearing this, I suddenly feel like some mistresses are normal. At least, they don't target people close to them."

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

"What are you implying, huh?" Elena stepped forward, leaned into Victoria’s ear, and whispered in a cold, enigmatic tone: "Nothing. I just suddenly remembered a story about a friend of mine. She had a perfect and loyal husband, but the wife was playing around, cheating with another man behind his back. She thought her husband was stupid and loved her too much to ever find out. But as it turned out, the husband was secretly reciprocating that betrayal by doing the exact same thing behind her back. Painful and crazy, isn't it?"

“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

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

She spoke of how cheerful Damon was when he was living with her and her late husband during the time things wasn't alright in the mansion ---- she said it was something that had to do with Beatriz's marriage but didn't dwell much on that topic. She slowly moved into the topic about the both of us and how we grew fond of each other.... Madame Carlotta was being nosy in my opinion but it doesn't matter since she promised to tell me about how Damon started loving me cause I personally didn't even know when my heart started beating for Damon, it's still all a mystery and somewhat unreal for me, one day I might just wake up and all of this could be one big fat lie and that will be all for me.

With or without a girlfriend With or without a wife As long as they are bearable in my eyes, I will flirt with them. I two-timed and three-timed. trying to find love but no matter how hard I tried, I still can't. Then when I saw Alex after so many years, I found it again, and surprisingly, even I'm a mistress, I became loyal only to him and offered him everything. I'm actually a slut but I'm a proud slut because I never bedded a man aside from Alex.

The first headline filled the screen in bold, unforgiving letters: ALPHA ROHAN’S SECRET MISTRESS EXPOSED — WIFE ABANDONED? I stared at it, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made sense. They didn’t. My breath came out thin and sharp, like I’d been punched somewhere I couldn’t see. I scrolled. I checked another site and it was the same story. The words were constant; Mistress. Homewrecker. Gold digger. Each one felt like a hand reaching through the screen and grabbing at me.

She was also my son's fiancée, Scarlett Harper. Before I could speak, she raised her voice and shouted toward the store entrance. "Everyone, come take a look! This is what a mistress looks like these days. Completely shameless! "She secretly took photos of the 700,000-dollar dowry my fiancé, Nathaniel Cole, prepared for me, claimed it was for her, and posted them online while pretending to be some socialite! "Why don't you take a look at yourself? You're already so old, and you're still trying to seduce a rich young man. It's disgusting!"