The Mistress Runs Away Novels & Stories

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.”

I looked at my discarded blue professional dress and thought to myself, no one would ever suspect that the poised and polished manager was, in reality, the mistress. "When did you marry her?" I demanded, my voice trembling with rage. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have left." Steven began to pace around me, his frustration visible. "That's not what is important right now," he said, his tone firm and commanding. "Get dressed and leave. We will discuss this later." I laughed, “Steven you just ordered me, not asked not begged but ordered.” I met his gaze, wondering how I had been so blind, so foolish to love him.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him—the handsome yet terrifying man towering before her. Justine dropped her to the floor. Her black cap fell off, releasing her long hair. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “So, the restroom attendant turns out to be a woman…” he murmured, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it harshly. “Please, sir… let me go. I’m just a worker,” she pleaded, her voice trembling between pain and tears. ---

"Well, do you think they will not unveil the truth behind it? We cannot just summon a mistress out of the blue" Mia grins, with a touch of mischievous in her look. "That's where you come, Ethan. You will be the one to find the mistress, a mysterious stranger; the one who has been at the back of your mind, sweeping you off your feet. We'll plant a few hints and leave little clues, so let their imaginations do the rest." Ethan's face changed, a combination of surprise and uncertainty shining in his eyes. "Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?"

"A ruthless womanizer, buying love and discarding hearts like trash. Did our moments together mean nothing?" "My wealth, not my heart, was what you sought," I countered, my voice unwavering despite the turmoil within. Jessica's face contorted in rage and despair. "You're a monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she stormed out, leaving shattered emotions in her wake. As I sank into my plush leather chair, exhaling deeply, I felt relieved. Another mistress gone. I'd grown accustomed to this familiar cycle. I always made my situation crystal clear: a fiancée, waiting patiently on the island, and I wouldn't commit. Yet, they'd eagerly accept, enticed by the promise of lux

The mistress saw to that. “Go on then. You know better than to waste my time on trivial matters. What is so important that I need to know?” “Mistress, Lupa is succeeding in her seduction. Their relationship has changed…they have gotten closer, more intimate. All the servants are speaking of it.” The mistress’ eyes flare. The air is hotter for a moment. She bares her teeth. “How dare she?” She growls. “Does that commoner think she can waltz in and destroy everything worked for? That I’ve sacrificed for? I think not.”

I had no explanation, I shivered in the tub hopelessly thinking about how I was going to get out of the situation when his mistress added gas to a burning fire. “Sugar, don’t get deceived by all her drama. Did you forget that she ran off to her lover two months ago? Your men found her in Queen's hotel. That is enough explanation for this” she hissed. This was the last stroke for Gerald. He concluded and went crazy.”You ungrateful slut!!” He pulled my hair and I screamed in pain. He got up from the tub gradually, following the pace he dragged me with.

"Sophie knows about the penthouse now. It’s not safe for you to stay there. Be a good girl, Sophia." Because I was "sensible," I had agreed to be his shadow for five years.Now, he was trying to coax me into being his kept mistress, hidden away in a different cage while he played house with his wife. I pushed him away hard.Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, a piercing wail from Sophie echoed from the front hall.

I pull out my phone and immediately noticed that the number was unsaved and unfamiliar to me, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I open the message with trembling fingers. ‘You were just seconds too late. You had just missed me.’ I read the words over again and my cheeks and ears start to burn red. Judging by the tone in this message, this must be Alan’s mysterious mistress and it was obvious that this, my suffering, was comical to her. She was getting a rise out of watching me fail. Was she aware that I was following them? She must’ve been if she was able to elude me so quickly. How was she able to escape and cover her tracks so quickly? And why evade me if she was going to confess to her p

The moment I finished speaking, Bella didn't hesitate and slapped Elias across the face. "You told me Evie was trying to seduce you. You said she forced that bracelet on you!" Her voice trembled with anger. "You were lying to me all along. Elias, we're done!" She turned and walked away without looking back. Elias just stood there, watching her leave. He didn't move to follow her. The red handprint on his cheek burned, but when he finally turned around, he looked at me with frustration, as if I had wronged him.