The Mistress's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked at me like a stranger. ‘Alright, my arrogant ex, I will repay you for what you did to my family. I will take all your wealth. Haha! Soon, I will be rich.’ "Sarah, I'm your husband. We have a daughter named Gillian. Do you remember?" Sarah weakly shook her head. She seemed really to have lost her memory. "It's okay, dear. You rest now. I'll take care of you here. Sleep tight." I gently patted her head until she fell asleep.

asked Lilyana immediately. The man's eyes didn't look at Lilyana at all, he kept staring far ahead. "Have you taken care of the divorce yet, Lily?" "Yes," Lilyana replied immediately. "I need you to cancel it, Lily." "Wh-what do you mean? Your daughter's heart has been hurt, he is also a traitor, moreover he also wants to marry his mistress. I don't want all of that to happen, Dad. I would rather be a widow than have to swallow that bitter reality. "

"Mom and Dad are your parents. I know you're upset, but you can't just lay a hand on them—" "As a mistress' child, you have no place to lecture me either." Hannah snorted. "Misty Emerson, you'd better shut up. You and your mother are two-faced bitches that I can't stand to see. And I like to start a fight whenever I'm annoyed. Don't believe me? Try me, if you dare!" Misty clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Even though Claudia had become Matthew's wife, the fact that she started as the mistress had always been a stain on Misty's life.

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.

She mustered up the courage to open it up, seeing her text. From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight. Her jaw dropped on the floor as soon as she scrolled down the contents. There was a woman in front of her, and he’s tucking her hair behind her ear. It was a little blurry, but Sam can recognize who that woman was. Tilting her head to one side, she couldn’t help but to feel enraged. It’s similar to a volcano awoken for a thousand times over. The lava will came out as the final piece of information showed up in front of her eyes.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

Mia screeched. "Love I'm sorry, sorry. I know I've been a jerk love I'm sorry." "Let me guess. You couldn't resist her good looks. She seduced you with her cheerful smile, her laughter and her sweet kisses and hugs you broke your promise. I do not care if you fell for her, I am your legal wife and she is the mistress. Only one of us can be in your life and that's I. I don't want you to ever be with Juliet. If you find that difficult, I want you to stay away from me for good and from our daughter's life." Mia said firmly.

he blurted, twirling the content in the mug before gulping it down while I stared in confusion. My brows drew together curiously as I tried to comprehend what he had said. It can't be my mother. “Shs is a manipulative bitch that knows how to play her cards well and make people feel sorry for her while she achieves her aims.” The mistress completed, handing over a flask to my dad. “Thanks, honey,” he mouthed, pecking her lightly on her cheeks before turning to me. “I hope our simple explanation is enough.” “I don’t…understand.” I stammered, my eyes darting around between the mistress and my father.

"You think posting something online can force your way into our lives? Keep dreaming. A piece of trash like you isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes. You're only fit to crawl under a bridge and find a homeless man!" Her filthy insults came one after another, each one testing the limits of my patience. I genuinely began to wonder if there had been some kind of mistake. How could this possibly be the girl Nathaniel had described? I took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising in my chest, and spoke coldly. "Listen carefully. I'm not a mistress. I'm Nathaniel's mother. In other words, I'm the biological mother of the fiancé you're talking about."

"Does that mean she's the mistress? I can't believe she even brought her illegitimate daughter with her to steal Mr. Gibson's son's spot." "As expected, all mistresses are shameless to a fault. I can't believe she would do something so despicable." "Look at her little bastard child. She looks so devious. I bet she's going to grow up to be a homewrecker too." A bottle of water was thrown at my head.