Mistress Story Novels & Stories

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

Katherine broke my trail of thought by breaking the distance between us, "If it's not you leaving, how bad could it be?" She attempted to bring her hand into mine, and intertwining our fingers but I couldn't bring myself to return her affectionate touch. "Katherine, I'm so sorry," I began, "I'm having an affair." She couldn't look at me, and every ounce of affection that was seeping it's way through her body had now disappeared. She retreated herself back to the bed staring her breakfast, "These are pity eggs." I heard the crash of the platter as it was introduced to the floor. "You made me believe that this was going to be a great morning, I believed you when you said you weren't going away

"Elena! So all this time, you've been working as a plaything to satisfy the lust of sugar daddies? Who is the bastard that bought you, huh? Answer me!" Beatrice gave Elena no room to breathe. The cunning woman immediately grabbed Elena's hair from behind, forcing the girl's head backward with a violent yank. "Speak up, Elena! Who is the man you were with at the hotel? How much did he pay you for you to become this wealthy and suddenly own luxury clothes?!" Beatrice insulted her, tightening her grip on Elena's hair. She inflicted a torment that made the girl feel as though her scalp was about to be torn off.

She looked down at her warm coffee cup, rubbed the edge of the rim, and then looked back up at me. “I was so angry at you for a very long time,” she said honestly, her voice low. “I genuinely thought you were his secret mistress.” She chuckled like she was making fun of herself. “I thought you were the reason my marriage fell apart into pieces. It took me months of pain to finally see you as a real person instead of just the main cause of my sadness.” She paused for a second. “But you are not the person who lied straight to my face. Flynn did that all on his own. You were just… there. You were just trying to survive the storm yourself. Exactly like I was trying to do.”

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.

But privately most people called it Mistress Hill. The mistresses of the wealthy were never seen in main society, but had build their own society for themselves within their community. The highest among them were the longterm mistresses of the very highest families of Fing City. At present, the leader of the group was the mistress of James Blain. Her name was Racheal Madison. She was once one of the most beautiful women in Fing City. As she fell in love with James all those years ago, she knew that he would never marry her as her social status was too far below him. So in the end she agreed to become his mistress. She was not the only woman that James slept with, but he always returned to he

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.

“Am I supposed to watch as you and my son make a mistake? I was under the assumption that Charlene had misunderstood. It turns out that Brendan is actually keeping a mistress in the villa!” All the blood drained from Deirdre’s face instantly when she heard the word ‘mistress’, especially when it came from Madame Brighthall who used to care about her the most in the past. She hastily explained, “No… I… I’m not…”

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

The Madam spoke, snickering within herself as she gazed over at Crystal who adverted her gaze. In Crystal’s eyes, those tricks that she knows of are not as superior as her own tricks. The Madam probably used her so called ‘tricks’ to seduce someone else’s husband, rather, the first son’s mother. It gives her the eerie vibes that this woman must’ve been a mistress who married the man when the first wife passed away and the firstborn son casted away to the open world.