Novel & Cerita Mistress To The Billionaire

She understood why he wanted to fight for it. It's suffocating. Being a mistress was never an easy task. What woman in this world can endure as much stress as she was currently experiencing? “This is all Paul's fault,” Sabrina muttered, cursing at Adam’s father. From the beginning, the old man had never shown good intentions to accept Sabrina as his daughter-in-law. Sabrina prayed that this was their last difficulty. She was so tired of the so-called struggle of love. The woman was eager to enjoy the results after the long struggle she had been through.

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.”

Do I have something on my face? No, you don't, he replied casually. But... But what! It is about that question you asked me earlier... I've replied to you with a NO! Please young master I have things to do if nothing else am leaving. With that Lillian walked away. ( Edward POV) How can make this girl mine? She is is is is is is is is is is very different from all those girls I've dated. But all of them are sluts and golddiggers. All they want is my money nothing more. But Lillian Fucking Kings is a special, spitfire, here I thought she was like them. But no she wasn't at all.

I glanced at the gowns, the measuring tapes, the excited stranger already circling me with assessing eyes, and then back at Reign, who looked as though this arrangement required no further explanation. “You’ll be dressed accordingly,” he added before leaving the room. The door closed behind him. I remained on the bed surrounded by maids, garments, pins, and a stylist who looked one compliment away from fainting, while my mind struggled to keep up with the absurdity of my life. Three days ago I had been abducted, sold in an illegal auction, and bought by a terrifying billionaire who treated me like both prisoner and responsibility. Now that same man had apparently decided I would attend a soc

Mahira maintained her calm, if she willed she could take her down right now right here “Hey, why does your face look familiar, F*ck!, aren’t you that little whore of a belly dancer, see that’s what I was saying, why would a belly dancer work for a billionaire like Tazz as a secretary, I know you want him, you wanna get into his pants, I know you wanna fuck him so bad and then bear a baby for him and then blackmail him for money, ah! roadside wannabes like you,” “ENOUGH!,” Mahira finally shouted “Enough what whore, come let me introduce you to a whole group of my billionaire friends, they’ll keep you hot and stuffed with their d*cks as well as cash, let Tazz go, didn’t you see how much he enj

My innocence wasn’t lost — it was sold, stamped, and sealed with thirty billion dollars. At twenty, I was already drowning in debts and poor choices. Every knock on my door felt like a countdown, every message from the bank a threat. Then came him — a man with calm eyes, a measured voice, and an offer that sounded like salvation. He said he needed a maid. Except… it wasn’t just him. They did. An elite circle of billionaires — powerful, untouchable, dangerous.

She tucks a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, crossing over to the couch. “I told you nothing happened!” I lie. I gravitate to the kitchen after drinking and rinse the mug, putting it on the rack. “Seriously, flower girl! You got one chance to shag a billionaire, and you rejected it? Do you know how many girls would kill themselves for a night with him?” “What do you know about him?” I ask. Maisie shrugs. “Not much, but rumors have it he owns the biggest estate in L.A and runs a big empire.”

She's not the heiress of the Golden Age because it's been long stolen from them. She turned off the television and just stared at nowhere. Finally, the truth hit her. She's just a mistress. A kept woman of a rich man. She rolled and faced the other side of the bed and closed her eyes. She'll just sleep on it. Just when she's sleeping, she felt a warm wet body behind her and sucked her skin. She gasped and found his hard-on already behind her. "If you only joined me at the gym… we would both get a good sweat…" He pushed the covers, pulled her thighs, and spread it apart.

His eyes roamed over my ruined body with dark satisfaction. “Morning, island whore,” he said with a smirk. “You look exactly how I want you, dripping and ready for more.” Before I could respond, the other five billionaires entered the room, all freshly showered but already hard again. Their eyes lit up when they saw me. “Fuck, she’s still leaking,” one of them, a silver-haired tech mogul named Victor, groaned. “I want her first.” Damien chuckled. “Be my guest. But we’re doing something special today. The Hunt.”

The way she'd looked in that dress, the way she'd felt when I'd been inside her, the defiant challenge in her eyes when she'd walked away from me, deliberately disobeying just to see what I'd do about it. Christ, she was magnificent. And my wife... my wife had just called her a whore. The irony wasn't lost on me cause here I was, having just fucked another woman on a public terrace, and I had the audacity to be angry at Beatrice for speaking the truth. Because that's what Camille was to me, wasn't it? A mistress, the other woman. The one thing I shouldn't want but couldn't stop craving. Except it didn't feel like that.