Mistress To The Billionaire Novels & Stories

In the next two hours, the maids packed all my things and dumped them in the living room like they were trash. I stood frozen, my mind unable to process what was happening. A bitter scoff broke through the silence. "How can she be so shameless?" one of the maids sneered, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with disgust. Another maid snickered. "I know, right? Thinking she could baby-trap Nicolas King and become a rich lady of the society? What a joke. As if a man like him would ever fall for a pathetic scheme like that."

ANTONIO DANTE BRINGS IN A NEW MISTRESS AND DIVORCES HIS WIFE, STELLA ROMILLY. I read. I looked down to read further. Antonio Dante, the richest billionaire in the world divorces Stella Romilly, CEO of Romilly's Enterprise, and brings in a new mistress. Her identity has not been confirmed yet and Antonio is being called to a press conference. I couldn't read further. My breath had ceased in her throat and my gaze was hazy. I felt sick. I threw the paper in the bin and sat down, breathing heavily. I hadn't realized one hour had passed till my assistant called to inform me. I rushed to the meeting to sit down before the board did.

I'll have them sent right away. Ella signed the papers and headed for a cafe nearby for breakfast. Once she'd ordered and sat down, her phone rang. She sighed when she saw her mother's name on the screen. "Yes mother?" she answered. "What have you done to our good name?" her mother asked in a shrill voice. "He cheated on me, he served me papers, this isn't my doing," she said tiredly. "You must have done something to drive him to this! You had a perfect marriage. You're a billionaire's wife! How could you throw that way?"

For this first selection, it turned out that Mia and Lynda were entitled to go to the mansion. However, there was still a final selection that they had to pass where only one maid was needed in the mansion to serve their young master. But there are still things that make Lynda think, why do you have to wait a month to get a big salary? Have there been people who have applied to be a maid before, but no one has ever lasted a month? Is the young master in question a cruel and heartless character? For some reason, Lynda's hair stood on end at the thought of being confronted with such a young master.

She desperately wanted to walk away, escape this nightmare once and for all. Just as Rowan was about to escape, Amira grabbed her, forcefully pinning her against the wall. "Don't think you're better than me just because you married the president of the Oregon Group of Companies," Amira hissed, her grip tightening. "When I saw your picture on the internet, I couldn't believe it was you. What did that handsome man see in a petite girl like you? No curves, no beauty," Amira taunted, while she kept pressing Rowan's head against the wall.

The only person who truly understood and believed her was Shane, and he was, like everyone else, too nice to be true. She knew the moment she said her I do, or the honey moon that turned into where-Shane-Parker game, or the time when Shane suddenly made the decision to put every money they have and create a joint account with only him having the card. She knew she made the mistake after letting Shane enter her life. After what seemed like hours of getting herself dressed, Shyra comes out of the cubicle with the lingerie in hand. She makes a beeline for the counter to find her husband sweet talking with the lady at the front. Her

" He said while I sigh holding my head in my hand as I shook my head negatively. What else will.i say to this guy for him to understand me like I wish he could, I thought getting frustrated by him turning every bit of meaningful information into a joke. I had to walk away from him walking straight to my couch to have my butt rested on it. "I heard there's a maid working for a billionaire who became the billionaire fiancee in a blink of an eye. I also heard heard she slept her way to that position." He said making me swallow up the lump in my throat immediately.

I'll just try the best that I can. The day has ended and it is time for the maids to rest. What makes this mansion very different is that each one of us have our own rooms, except when one isn't used to being alone. I don't mind being alone so I was given my own room. The room's actually big, this can even be compared to our living room. Is Mr. Bertrand really just a billionaire or much higher than that? Or is there such a thing?

Alongside her, Preston explained. “Woah, it means your friend is generous. What is his name again?” as a young Mistress, there's no way she hasn't heard of the rich men here in Harithon. Furthermore, as someone who likes money, her mind was already crafting a plan on how to meet up with this friend of his, maybe she could sell out business ideas to him to make money. However, she hadn't gone far into the thought when her back unexpectedly slammed into the car behind her. Dazed, she glanced up to see Preston staring down at her unhappily. “Why? Do you want to dump me before marriage all for money?”

“As a maid! At his freaking mansion! How terrifying is that?” Sara gave me a mischievous smirk. “Penthouse,” she corrected with a chuckle. “Mansion, penthouse—whatever the hell they call it. It was great when I was just cleaning an empty house with no one around to bother me. Now he wants to meet me in person, to discuss—God knows what!” I cried out dramatically, flailing my arms for effect. “Well, if you’re that scared and nervous, we could always switch places. I wouldn’t mind being maid to a hot billionaire.”