Prince Mistress Novels & Stories

The Count's eye slides down to her chest. Sarah Snort. “If you keep looking at me with your horny eyes, you could lose them because the Crown Prince will pluck them out.” "What? Crown Prince?” The Count smirked mockingly. "You sent your daughter Laura as a lady-in-waiting in hopes of becoming Hayden's concubine, didn't you?" The Count frowned. He thought, who is this woman that she can easily use the name of Crown Prince? "Who are you?" Sarah smiles alluringly. "I am the Crown Prince's mistress."

He looks up and I follow his gaze to a beautiful young woman with glistening blonde hair standing before us in simple but clean clothing. "My Prince," she bows less formally than the seneschal but no less deeply. She doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even look my way, her eyes are purely for her lord. "You will address my lady," he replies curtly, irritated, "She is Prima." The girl is unable to hide her shock. "But she is human." "She is Prima," he growls. "Or do you question your prince?" The girl falls to the ground, groveling before us, her forehead hitting the marble with so much force as to make a resounding thunk that echoes in the chamber.

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.

Her slave Min also did nothing so she was able to follow the princess's plan. They are both now masquerading as men. They got out of the palace effortlessly. "Princess Chandra, are you really sure what we're going to do?" serious question of the slave Min. “Sure, of course! We've done this many times so don't worry or else I'll get really mad at you. Do you understand?" Princess Chandra scolded her slave, Min. “C-cause princess, they might catch us in the palace. You know the word karma, don't you? ” the voice of the slave Min's voice trembled.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

Uncle sighed. “ That day, due to some work, I arrived late. By the time I arrived at the palace, Mahendra had died. His lifeless body was lying like an unclaimed corpse. I Was devastated seeing my best friend's body lying there abandoned. Till yesterday he was a king ruling his kingdom, and today, he is lying in the dirt. Upon seeing me, one of his courtiers, who managed to save himself, came out from his hidden place. He narrated everything to me. Due to intervention from higher authority, Ranjeet was caught, but before that, he made sure to burn the Palace in which Maharani and the kids were hidden. Somehow he managed to bring the princess alive out of the palace. She was unconscious. Afte

" A chill ran down my spine. Fear gripped my throat so tight I forgot how to breathe. "Josh, you're selling me out? "After all these years, with you being my best friend, you'd trade me for a stack of cash?" He backed away, shaking his head as he stammered, "D-don't give me that look... Ms. Emerson, the casino queen, is loaded–and she has a big thing for guys with your kind of birthmark. She'd wipe out any debt for a chance with one. "She's got her quirks, and you've got the mark. I figured–hey, maybe she'll dig you. You could end up living the high life as Mr. Emerson!"

It was deserted there and maybe Gladwin had left again or she hadn't come back yet. Lucy gave a tissue to Lilyana who was still crying. "Let me get you a drink." The woman then got up from her chair, she headed to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her best friend. "Lucy." Lilyana said, still sobbing. "Yes, Lily?" "Do you believe that Ed has been cheating on me?" Lucy who heard the question could only remain silent. She didn't know what to say while Ed Shane's mistress was the girl she had hired.

“As long as you apologize, I guarantee Monica won’t pursue the matter of you inciting violence.” I clicked my tongue. “But I didn’t just incite violence,” I said lightly. “I also spread the news that she climbed into your bed and became your mistress. You’ve already paid for so many front-page headlines, so why not have them polish Monica’s image a little? After all, doesn’t she insist she’s not a mistress?” Monica’s eyes reddened, her expression stubborn. “I remember the kindness you showed when you sponsored my education; that’s why you’re like an older sister to me. But you can’t insult my dignity like this.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.