The Mistress Runs Away Novels & Stories

He cried and I clenched my fists to calm myself down. "Where is Bellezza?" Although I knew that I was being selfish by asking for just Bellezza and not the others, I still could not help it. "My Lady, rhe young mistress wanted to go out of the mansion to play but we did not allow her, she insisted stubbornly and when we still disagreed, she suddenly ran away. We did not dare to handle her by force, so we just chased her thinking she was only playing around. But when we saw that she was running towards the border, we quickly stopped her but unfortunately, five men in cloaks suddenly blocked our way."

Inside the mastermind place, she was drinking her red wine when her assistant knocked on her door. "I have news madam. Alpha Bryan already found Luna Andrea," her assistant said. Because of what she heard, she threw the glass she was holding on the door. She was angry. Suddenly, her door opened, and her mate appeared in front of her, wounded. "I'm sorry, I c-couldn't do what you wanted me to do to the Luna," the man said, and he fell into the floor. He lost his conscious. The mistress was so angry, and she even kicked him.

Being someone's Mistress will be a blemish on her dignified personality . She knew that the devil meant each and every words he spoke . He will truly keep her as a Mistress forcefully . She looked through the window thinking of jumping from there . How easy it would be to die than living such a worst life but she couldn't die as the window was covered with fences . He was forcing her to live and she didn't wanted to live . She has loss all her purpose to live . Sadly he threatened her more that he may fuck her if she not agree for marriage. Ultimately she has to give up before the devil and agree to take him as a husband .

Her fingers brushed the leash clipped to Celeste’s collar, and with one firm tug, she forced her head back. “You’ve pleased him before,” she said, her voice low, firm. “But that means nothing to me.” Celeste didn’t speak. The gag silenced her. Mistress leaned closer. “Tonight, you obey me. And if I see even a flicker of hesitation… you’ll regret it.” She fastened the gag between Celeste’s lips. The lights above dimmed. The chamber darkened—except for the stage. Showtime. — Mistress stepped back, now holding a long leather cane in one hand. With her other hand, she snapped her fingers toward the side wall.

A low hiss of whispers. Two maids. “…saw her fall. Like a doll down the stairs.” “Hush, someone will hear.” “It’s true. And now they put her here, the guest room, as if she were no more than a guest herself. Did you see his face? Cold as ice. Didn’t even touch her.” “What of the mistress?” A pause. A sharp intake of breath. “She came in smiling. Smiling while the madam lay bleeding.” “Then she’s as good as dead already.”

Some leaned against the kitchen counter, some sat on it, some sat on the island, some sat on the stool surrounding it, and some stood idly, leaving the two witnesses in the middle. “So, here's how it is…” The first maid started. “Young mistress had decided to go greet the first young master. When she approached him…” She stepped forward, showing how she moved. “... Young master just pushed her out of his way, saying that Don't touch me. Your touch disgusts me.’” She thickens her voice, mimicking his. The second maid tapped her fastly until she hissed and motioned for her to continue from where she stopped. The second maid clapped before taking a strand of hair away from her face. Then, she p

Her body instinctively recoiled, but before she could put any substantial distance between them, his grip around her waist tightened, anchoring her in place. Lazare knew how to play this game too well. Her mission isn’t to rekindle a lost love but rather to orchestrate his undoing. The surprising part? The frequency with which she needs to echo this mantra to herself, far more often than she ever anticipated. His voice, a playful whisper, floated through the air. “Running away, Vlada?” Her words hung heavy between them, “You’re on the brink of marriage.”

I couldn’t believe that I fell from those flowery words he said. “Vanessa, do you want the people to know that you became a mistress? Imagine this, when that child in your womb grows older, he will know that his mother was a mistress. How’s that? So, if I were you. I’ll just choose peace and be quiet instead of calling out the attention of many. Because, honestly, you’ll never win against us,” Tessa said while smirking at me. After what she said, I stood up. “This is enough! I’ve had enough of this!” Then, I looked at Tessa and William.

Mistress - A tainted identity part 15-1 Please vote, comment and follow me Don’t forget to give ratings to my book Anishta’s POV “I am ready to become your mistress but I have few conditions” I told him firmly but only I knew that I was dying of humiliation from inside. Mistress I never thought that one day my life would show me this. I wanted to run away from here as far as I could but an invisible shackle was holding me back.

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.