The Mistress Runs Away Novels & Stories

"Dear husband, I, your humble wife, come from a humble background. You already know this. In the beginning, I sang in a small street stall, but I couldn't avoid being gossiped about. Luna Sandra even said that I had an affair with a martial artist and forced him to torture me severely, coercing me into confessing. Although I come from a lower class, I am still pure-hearted. How could I admit to something I didn't do? I had no choice but to desperately plead with the mistress for a chance at life. She gave me an opportunity on the condition that I leave promptly. But before I left, I had to help Luna Sandra fabricate a false accusation against the third miss. I know the third miss and the mis

“And that’s precisely why this is so amusing.” The mistress frowned. “How is it amusing?” “Because you actually listened.” “What?” “You were supposed to make Jake believe you would never leave him.” “I did.” “And now you’ve left Spain.” “I had to.” “Exactly.” There was another laugh. “You’ve done exactly what I told you to do emotionally, and exactly the opposite of what I told you to do physically.” The mistress rubbed her forehead. “I don’t understand.” “You don’t need to.” The mysterious woman’s voice became colder.

The old billionaire's attitude became reverent and condescending. "Not really, I was just passing by here and accidentally witnessed a chase." Darryl said in a low voice. "I'm so sorry sir, it was my mistress who ran away. She messed everything up. You see, my head is still bleeding." As he spoke, the old billionaire held his head and grimaced, looking really hurt. "My mistress must have bothered you. Let me take her away."

Anna, the mistress, is emotionally cold but vengeful, and believes another woman may finally bring Jacob his comeuppance where does the beautiful actress Alice Castillo, said to be his only true love, fit in? Mira was suddenly even more shocked by her shameless, reckless behavior. Clearly, Jacob has no morals. And she herself had almost become a victim of his magnetic sensuality. Time to use her natural brain. Why did she have to stay in Córdova? It would be crazy to risk another uneasy meeting with Clara. Jacob just needs to tell her that his bride has left him. He could even truthfully add that his wife had a surprise meeting with his mistress— exit Wife.

Why was that man willing to pay such an exorbitant price just to keep her as a mistress? Elena closed her eyes, her head feeling as though it were about to split open. She was completely sick of being in this room for another second. "I'm leaving," she stated, standing up from her chair with a sharp, abrupt movement. "Where do you think you're going?! How insolent of you to leave your dinner unfinished!" barked Richard, his temper still flaring from Julian's earlier insults. "I won't be coming home tonight. I'm staying over at Anna's place because we have a crucial thesis assignment that needs to be submitted tomorrow morning," Elena lied in a flat tone.

Yet here he was, acting as though nothing serious had happened. “I, uh...” I swallowed. My voice suddenly felt awkward. “I'd rather just get my phone, change into my dress, and leave. My husband must be waiting for me.” The lie came out automatically. Almost naturally. But the moment I said it, I felt foolish. Waiting for me? Really? Why would Miles be waiting for me? The man barely noticed my existence anymore, especially since his mistress, Cierra, had moved in. The memory immediately made my chest tighten. I hated thinking about it.

She looked down at her warm coffee cup, rubbed the edge of the rim, and then looked back up at me. “I was so angry at you for a very long time,” she said honestly, her voice low. “I genuinely thought you were his secret mistress.” She chuckled like she was making fun of herself. “I thought you were the reason my marriage fell apart into pieces. It took me months of pain to finally see you as a real person instead of just the main cause of my sadness.” She paused for a second. “But you are not the person who lied straight to my face. Flynn did that all on his own. You were just… there. You were just trying to survive the storm yourself. Exactly like I was trying to do.”

She was three years older than Madison and was the one getting engaged today, she was part of the reason Maddy had decided to grace the occasion as she didn't want her step sister to get angry at her for not showing up besides they had promised to be bestfriends and sisters in one or so she thought Sitting down on one of the seats provided for her in the ballroom, she had looked around for Daniel and to her disappointment she couldn't find him anywhere, holding her pounding heart as she looked at the performances taking place at the stage with people greating another she sighed. She was feeling restless and seriously wanted to leave. Just as she was about to she was called by her so called f

The mistress stepped back with a hiss, yanking her hand away as if burnt. “Curious,” she murmured, her gaze sharpening. “There’s something in you… you’re hiding something.” The mistress smiled coldly. “Do not mistake my allowance for kindness. You will prove your worth, one way or another.” Before Lyra could think of a response, the mistress turned on her heel, sweeping out of the room. Lyra's shoulders relaxed, as she let out a long exhale. What was up with that? Why had she acted as if touching her had hurt? Who did Lyra remind her of? Would these unanswered questions lead to her eventual failure? No, Lyra was determined to find her place here and to fullfill the reason her aunts had sent

Every second that ticked by, I thought of her; barefoot, bleeding, escaping through that window like a fucking ghost. She outplayed me. But not for long. I was going to find her. And when I did, I’d make sure she understood the difference between running and surviving. You could do one. Not both. The suite came into view fifteen minutes later. One of the top floors of a luxury hotel in the city’s business district. Discreet, clean, and expensive enough to make questions disappear. I parked underground and took the private elevator straight to the suite. Bull opened the door before I even knocked. “Sir.”