Mr Masters Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

He said resting his back on the door wall. "I.... Uhm... how.... do I... uhm, well... earn the right to be... uhm... uhm... fucked... fucked.... By your... uhm... uhm..." "By my cock." Master cuts in. I coughed repeatedly, my eyes staring at the cold tiles. "Yeah, that." I blinked my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.

“Oh, do call me Claire.” I liked Jarrett. He was so friendly and welcoming. He looked like he was in his seventies, he is a portly man with dark hair and a bald spot in the middle of his head. Whenever he said something he thought was funny, he’d wrap his French mustache around his index finger.

Jerk said as he stepped a step closer "and Ms Miller you will call me Master." What the....!! "Can't I call you Mr Throne?" I was irritated. I am not his SLAVE!! He smirked leaning closer and said "well let me think," And backed a little and added " No, well I give you two choices 'master' or 'sir'." Wow what brilliant choices I have. Ugly cockroach . Very ugly. "Okay sir" well it was better than master at least. "Good, now that's your table. You will sit in my amazing office in front of me , so I can see whether you are doing work properly or not" he said smirkingly.

"Al, you have to understand... My mentor was really good to me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have even graduated from university. Ruby's just a lonely girl with no one to rely on. How can I turn my back on her?" I crossed my arms and watched him with an amused expression. "What are you implying? Your mentor was good to you, so you should be the one to repay him. Why drag me into it?" Zachary opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. "Oh, did your mentor forget to teach you to respect your wife? Just how to take care of your mistress?" "Allison!" Zachary slammed his hand down on the table, furious. "Don't go too far! If you can't accept this, then move out!"

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

Monica’s cheeks were streaked with bright red marks, blood stained the corner of her mouth, and her carefully coordinated dress had been torn to shreds. “What are you standing there for? Pull her away, now!” Joseph shouted, jolting the surrounding security guards into action. Marcy was quickly restrained. When our eyes briefly met, I gave her a slight nod. That was enough. Hit too lightly, and it wouldn’t satisfy my sense of justice. Hit too hard, and it would escalate to the authorities, which I wanted to avoid. Monica’s reputation was utterly ruined. The title of “mistress” would forever cling to her name.

Mark nodded and scurried off. I stood up, anger bubbling in my chest. “I'm right here! You can't speak for me.” I argued. He smirked and pinned me with cold eyes. “Of course I can. I can't have my future wife going on a date with another man.”

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

Some people were indignant, commenting one after another. "Is such a bitch actually a vice principal? Did she sleep her way up? Dig her out! There has to be more!" "How dare a mistress boss around there?" "I knew her. Her father is Secretary Maxwell, a very influential figure in the education sector. It's quite a surprise that his daughter has taken on such a role." When they soon found out who my father was, they clamored to report it. At this juncture, any attempt to suppress the trending news would only work the opposite way.