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she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.

Adrian’s eyes lit up as he saw me approach them. I couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes… Almost as if he was making known that he wanted me. As if. I was just a bar waitress, and he was a billionaire. I would be the last person that he would be interested in. And even if he was… He would only see me as a one-night stand. I was sure of it. I knew that billionaires usually were billionaires because they weren’t tied down to anybody, and could focus solely on hustling and growing their businesses without any distractions.

I climbed out of the mansion, leaving the safe door ajar as a distraction, and drove to the only place I knew where raw, untraceable power could be exchanged for absolute destruction. Sheila. My old mistress. Not just a pretty face, but a woman with an astonishingly high IQ and a deep, vengeful hatred for Axel. She was a corporate analyst who Axel had ruined years ago—not maliciously, just carelessly—and she had never forgotten the slight. She was now a quiet player in the dark web of high finance, a master of data analysis and digital assassination. I called her on one of my surviving burner phones, my voice rough, tasting of failure and desperation.

After a momentary pause, she adds, "And you, my darling... will become Mrs. Bradford." Scarlet's mind swirls with thoughts of becoming Mrs. Bradford. She has always harbored a hidden attraction towards Dominic, secretly yearning for his love. However, Dominic's volatile temperament has deterred her from confessing her feelings in the past. Now, witnessing his acceptance of a maid into his life, Scarlet believes her chance has only grown stronger. She sees herself as far superior to a mere maid, possessing refined fashion sense and embodying the essence of a modern woman. Moreover, being his cousin, she feels entitled to his affections and believes she can provide him with the love and stabil

She wondered to herself, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window across the dining table, looking out into the glittering night skyline of the city. She closed her eyes, and for a moment there, the world felt like it was spinning, and she had no control over it. But then she opened her eyes and everything slowed down again. Vinnie could hardly believe that she had actually done it. She had chased after a man looking for a mistress and willingly offered herself up. And now, here she was. She was now a mute mistress in exchange for money, in exchange for a chance to leave her old, boring life behind and have a new, more interesting and intriguing life. Something someone like her could only dre

I said, my voice straining as I realized that my advice also applied to me. “And who said that I would be having two wives?” He suddenly asked me and I scoffed, about to turn around to go back to taking my clothes, Drake could be unreasonable but I wasn’t going to be caught dead in that trap, I was out of here. His hands reached out and stopped me, catching my wrist and making me turn to face him, our bodies merging with our chest and my breath became ragged. “There has been a change of plans, you are going to be my contract mistress” he said and I snatched my hand from his grip as I froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Mistress? Are you insane? I refuse!"

"I rather enjoy being your mistress." "Then maybe you should move in," he said, his voice almost pleading. "I'd like to see you more often. We could..." I interrupted him, "And what would your girlfriend, Nana, think about that?" I quipped, raising an eyebrow. He didn't answer, and I didn't expect him to. As I stepped into the elevator, a smile crept onto my face. Whatever the future held, right now, I was living my best life. And it felt amazing.

The old billionaire's attitude became reverent and condescending. "Not really, I was just passing by here and accidentally witnessed a chase." Darryl said in a low voice. "I'm so sorry sir, it was my mistress who ran away. She messed everything up. You see, my head is still bleeding." As he spoke, the old billionaire held his head and grimaced, looking really hurt. "My mistress must have bothered you. Let me take her away."

Her gaze hinted at something intimate, as if she was seducing him to flirt with her. "Heart..." she mentioned, making him swallow but keeping his composure, "Like me, right? We're both mistresses of the billionaire. Have you changed your habit, Deluxe, or are you just trying to be anew? Isn't there a saying that bad habits are so damn hard to die?" He sighed and looked up, "When I find the best woman, I'd stop," he replied, and her eyes widened. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed, cupping her cheeks, "You have another?"

Her will and strength to carry on with life despite having so many burdens to carry was amazing, which made him love her in secret. He wanted to be a perfect man for her, someone she could not refuse when the right time came, and so even if it broke his heart to be away from her, he did so. It was supposed to be an opportunity which would help him to become a better man for her, but when he found out she married a famous billionaire, his world was crushed in an instant. And now, he was seeing her in flesh; the beautiful Michelle Finley, who was now carrying another man’s last name... Still, it did not make his desire go away. He wanted to own her...