Prince Mistress Novels & Stories

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

" Amanda thought for a moment. “Aime please call Monsieur Curtis.” Prince Apollo lay down on the sofa without anyone asking. "Why does a mistress like you have to ask the butler for this decision? Didn't the Black Prince give you power of your own?" he asked, sounding sarcastic, but the intense gaze of the two almond-coloured beads seemed to be skinning Amanda. "What exactly is your relationship with the Black Prince, his wife or prisoners of war?"

I don't need to be accused of being a witch either. "Now," Adrexa states. "You must stay clear of Princess Polyxena. She has an evil temper that matches her black soul. The last mistress of the Prince was maimed and sent to the worst brothel in the city." I feel the blood draining from my face. Adrexa sees my worry and hurriedly continues.

“You’ll behave, won’t you, my dear? I mean, look at all you have to lose now.” I didn’t want to be a mistress, so what could I lose? “A servant caught out informing on her master would just be banished, you know. But now? Now you’re a royal mistress. Now, what you’ve done is treason. We execute people for that.” I felt myself go pale. I shook my head. I wasn’t a traitor! I was only doing what he demanded. “Don’t worry. As long as you are useful, I won’t dispose of you like that,” Prince Marcus said. “And who knows? We are mates. Maybe I’ll really fall deeply in love with you.” He laughed. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

Loretta said, looking at me with excitement. I frowned. I think she understood my confusion since she continued to explain. “It’s tradition that the Prince would visit you on your first night. Since you will be sleeping in separate quarters, the servants will help you prepare and make sure that you will be the most beautiful woman in the eyes of the crown prince. The mistresses should never be more beautiful than the future queen.” I felt a throbbing pain in my head when I heard the word mistresses. I felt like my brain was overflowing with information. I would never accept that Kyle will have a mistress. I don’t like sharing my husband with other women.

His voice was soft and it shamed her further. Looking at them, the Viscount asked. "Do you know her?" The Prince, resting on the adjacent wall with ankles crossed, said. "She's Carlisle's guest here at the Castle." "What?" Beth noticed the streak of alarm on the Viscount's face. Then, an insulting smile. No words had been said; no information exchanged, but she knew what it was that ran through the thoughts of Lord Cossington. Did the same also cross the thoughts of the Prince and the King? How could she ever appear before any if she was thought to be the mistress of the Duke of Carlisle?