Mistress Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

I asked, in surprise. I knew some mafia Lords don't have an harem, they instead make use of a mistress. A pretty woman who has to serve them sexually for a long period of time, the mistress doesn't bed anyone except from the master's who own them. And this mistresses are forever ones. If they conceive and bear a male child for their masters. They might be privilege to take over has the queen. This mistress looks like a rival, I've always heard about this mistresses and they are always extremely beautiful. What am I even saying, why would I see her as rival. She can be the queen for all I care.

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

She had suspected that her friend's unexpected arrival at her place meant something fishy was about to happen but she had let her guards down. She could already read what the tabloids would have as their headlines in the coming days, "Bridesmaid fantasizes about fucking her best friend's billionaire husband, Alex Pencroft." She knew Alex's name would be there in bold. It would make the news more juicy. She could even already imagine what Ruth's mother's segment of the interview would read. She would talk about how she had always known that Christine was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing and she had always tried to protect her daughter from her but she had already been ensnared in

She asked, her lips trembling as she spoke. "I am showing mercy on you, Amara. Be grateful I am not asking you to become his mistress." He hissed through clenched teeth. "If I made you his mistress then get ready to face the worst side of life, because mistresses have no respect in our world. They are tossed around with hundreds of men, warm the bed of different men each night and then die because the pain is too much for them to handle. Is this what you want?!" His angry voice boomed in the four walls of the room.

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

"Lyra, do you even know what kind of place this is? This is Mooncrest Pavilion! Where did trashy, poor people like you come from? You can’t even finish a bowl of bouillabaisse without packing it up, and you still have the nerve to eat here?" She stood in sky-high heels, wrapped head to toe in luxury brands Orion had bought for her as she peered down at my parents-in-law with undisguised arrogance. "Look at what these two old things are wearing. What kind of rags are those? If your parents are that poor, they should eat at a roadside stall. Why come to Mooncrest Pavilion? Orion was right about you. You married him for his money. Shameless." Mr. Hale understood immediately. She had mistaken th

The woman said again, "Nowadays, mistresses who claim other people's husbands as their own are getting more and more ridiculous, the one living next door to me is one too... You little b*tches are really shameless!" Mia just kept quiet. She was fighting with Neil. Why did she suddenly become the heat of the topic for being a mistress? She was his actual wife! The one and only Mrs. Brown! However, she agreed with this woman's point of view. Relying on their appearance to attract men would not last long. When she grows old, she would be like an average woman. She hated those little b*tches who seduced other people's husbands, especially those who wanted to hook up with her Neil. She wanted to

Her arm got seized from behind and looking over her shoulder was a man towering above her with a sadistic glow. “Do you know who I am? Get off me!” she snapped at him, her bones almost crushed from the iron grip. “Throw her out,” Alaric said with ruthless precision. “I’ll let the whole famiglia know Vivienne was your fucking mistress and Nina died because she found out!” she yelled back at him until her voice faded with a slight crack. “To fucking hell with you Alaric, to think I loved a bastard like you!” She got yanked towards the door, legs flailing.