Mistress To The Billionaire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mr Weldon Please leave me, I was forcefully sold to you. I am not that kind of girl, Sir please leave me" I said crying for his mercy. "No Arina, I can't leave you I have paid billions and I don't cancel deal when I get a good profit" he said with smirked and look at me with lustful eyes. "You can get any girl you want Mr. Weldon, Please leave me" I said sobbing for his mercy. "I know I can get any girl but I always like fresh things" he said and started removing his cloth.

She muttered almost in a whisper as she picked up the call quickly "Hello Ellis, are you home" her boss asked over the phone. "Yes sir, is there anything you want me to do for you" she asked as she ran to her room "Why are you always in a rush to go back home, a man came asking of you, and he offered $5,000 for just a night, isn't that great" her boss said, sounding really happy. "Well, once again sir, I have a baby to take care of and I'm a stripper, not a sex worker. you can get the client a sex worker and not me" she muttered quietly, trying to keep her voice low. Although, everyone was already awake

"Don't play around with me!" "I'm not." He chuckled. "A hundred thousand dollars is nothing to me in this kind of business." "But I only need 30,000 dollars," she says. "Save the rest then. Go somewhere far and treat yourself." Treat herself? The last time she freakin' did that she end up in this mess and is now pregnant. And the father is a freakin' devil billionaire who made their life difficult and has no idea about his soon child. "Tch!" She couldn't help but scoff. When she raised her head, she saw Charles looking at her. Softly, she coughed, looking away. "What are you looking at?"

“Guess you really managed to get in. So, tell me... who’s the new rich sugar daddy funding this? Because I know damn well you can’t afford this hotel.” I stared at him, incredulous. “You came all the way here just to insult me?” His mistress snickered softly beside him. "Maybe she spent the night at the club last night, I mean she must haunt for someone to take care of her since you can't do that for her anymore," Donald smirked. "Yeah, and I think her net quite caught the big fish, but he will get tired of her, just like I did, I mean who wouldn't?"

She had nothing left to lose, and besides, she owed him both money and gratitude. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You… don’t agree?” Danielle was beginning to lose patience. The billionaire just kept staying silent. Lionel Rick slowly lit a cigarette and exhaled a stream of gray smoke that made Danielle cough violently. He calmly replied, “Do you even know what you’ll have to offer if you stay by my side to repay your debt? I didn’t save you just to turn you into a decorative vase or a housekeeper…” Before the billionaire could finish speaking, Danielle immediately answered in a firm tone, “You want me to become your mistress, don’t you?”

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

As if a glass of juice could soften the blow he had just dealt me. “I am not” But he was already moving, already dismissing me as he turned and walked out of the room like none of this mattered. I stood frozen for a moment, my heart pounding violently in my chest, before sinking numbly onto the edge of the bed. Mistress. The word echoed over and over in my head, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. Six months, six months of stolen moments, whispered words, heated nights that had felt like more. Had I imagined all of it?

I whispered and swallowed hard, “Nothing. I have no evil intention but for his long, scary finger nails. You know how violent he could be. I don’t want to risk my life in my bid to cut his finger nails….” “So you want him unconscious while you do that,” she interjected, shooting her stares at me. I shook my head in agreement, “Yes, yes!” I affirmed and smiled sheepishly in appreciation. “It will cost you something,” she said, with a grinning face, and added, “I will do a clean job for you…? “But why? It is just assistance since you are the chief chef….” She cut in, “Heh, Melissa, nothing goes for nothing. You are the contract wife to the billionaire’s mad son, so you are rich,” she beamed an

"I need to find the right woman first but trust parents they already pinned me down to Nancy" "The right woman? She just needs to be hot," Wade said. "And you don't even have to let marriage hold you back from the ladies. Billionaires can have as many mistresses as they want, right even though you get married to her ?" "I don't do mistresses," I said, twirling my empty glass in my fingers. It had been a while since I was with a woman; a few months, actually. But everyone knew that I was a billionaire. Women were after me for my money, and I was supposed to marry a woman in my league.

Then, a scream of pure, unadulterated rage that shook the very walls of the estate. The financial war had begun. I stood up, smoothing my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. For the first time in five years, I didn’t see a “madwoman.” I saw a billionaire who had just turned her husband into a pauper. I walked toward the door, my hand on the handle, ready to face the chaos. But before I could open it, the handle turned from the outside. The lock clicked. “Victoria?” Daniel’s voice was a low, vibrating snarl on the other side of the wood. “Open the door. Now.”