Mistress To The Billionaire Novels & Stories

Worse yet when you realized he bought you for five million as a mistress, a pet of sorts for his amusement. Savanah sneaked a peek at the man beside her, driving the sports car. She marveled at his angelic form and wondered yet again why he’d buy her and keep her at his side of all the beautiful girls he had met. Surely there’d be numerous women waiting impatiently for his approval to be by his side? As far as she knew, she was his first and only mistress and pet. Sure, he had flings here and there; she knew that. What billionaire didn’t?

Once she was of age, he always tried to set her up with wealthy men, or mafias who could pay the price well for getting married to her beautiful and pure self. She had never disobeyed what he wanted, because doing that would only call on trouble for her which was never the solution. He had her movements restricted and her entire life monitored, making the young lady confined to a limited opening about the world. And just one day out of the blues without prior notice, he handed her over to Mr. Mark Miller who was very interested in her humbleness and dignified behavior. The old billionaire believed that a young and beautiful soul like herself, would be the perfect placate for his tyrant and a

she instructed. Two maids dragged on her , and takes her up stairs in her subconsciousness state. When she was bought into the room. The maids did some quick change in her before leaving the room. Making sure the girl was fit on her nightgown. Bianca slumped lifelessly on the bed. She couldn't believe this will be her life now, a life with no value, being a mistress to a heartless billionaire just because her parents hold him some money.

"Amber, are you insane? Mr. Smith is a brilliant man, but he is ruthless. If the board finds out this is a stunt to get Victoria's father off his back, they’ll ruin him—and they’ll ruin you too." "I don't have anything left to lose, Martha," I said, folding my spare uniform and placing it neatly inside my suitcase. "A week ago, I was helping an ex-boyfriend pay off a car he used to cheat on me. Four days ago, I was down to my last four dollars. This is a million dollars. I can survive six months of pretending to love a grumpy billionaire for that." Martha sighed, shaking her head, but she reached out and patted my shoulder. "Just be careful, dear. In that world, the knives come wrapped in ve

"She is the future wife of Mr. Richard Calloway. The most influential man in this city." That sentence was like dropping a bomb in the middle of the crowd. The whispers that were previously filled with admiration turned into a painful, cynical hum. "Huh? That billionaire Richard Calloway?" "Serious? Isn't their age gap huge? She’s young enough to be his daughter." "No wonder she looks expensive from head to toe. Turns out she's a rich man's mistress." "Pretty, but a gold digger. Just selling her looks for luxury."

On the same night she had been insulted as a pig by her husband’s friend and abandoned for another woman, now a powerful older man came to her house and offered to make her his mistress as though she were some broken object that could be bought. With a strong motion, Vivienne slapped Alistair’s hand away from her face. She stepped back twice, glaring at the billionaire with fury blazing in her eyes. The wild side inside Vivienne that had slept for two years was now fully awake. She was not afraid, not even a little.

One sentence and my father comes home and stays home and we get our lives back and I feel something crack open in my chest that I quickly suppressed before it embarrasses me. Then I hear it. The silence where the word “but” should be. I look at him carefully. "What's the condition?" He leans back and meets my eyes without blinking and his expression gives away absolutely nothing. "You'll be mine for one year. Exclusively. You move in, you're my companion, my date when I need one and everything else that comes with it. In return, your father's debt disappears tonight while the contract stands." There it is. "You want me to be your mistress," I say flatly.

To the world and to my own husband I was Danielle Jules, the quiet, supportive wife of a rising businessman. In reality, I was Madam Ellele… the name whispered in boardrooms, the investor who could make or break a company with a single call. And I had been his biggest investor. The very reason his struggling start-up didn’t collapse two years ago. And he never knew. Not because I didn’t trust him, but because trust was dangerous in my world. My late father had been a billionaire before enemies tore him apart. They accused him of

We were dragged—boots scraping marble, bodies colliding, wrists wrenched back and bound tight. Somewhere nearby, a distorted voice echoed, deliberately amused. “So these are the two women,” it said. “One’s your mistress. One’s your fiancée.” “Let’s see which one is worth more.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “One life. Ten million dollars.” I heard Dominic’s voice cut in, cold and controlled, edged with warning. “Do you really think you can take the money and walk out of my territory unharmed” Laughter answered him. Mocking. Confident.

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*