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“ALLIAH, ALLIAH, ALLIAH.” HE whispers. Playing with the name while looking at the unconscious and trapped body of the daughter of hell. His daughter, the key for His plan to come to fruition, but HIS little perfect key to achieving that perfect destruction that He is unaware that He already lost the game of chess before it even started. “Admiring His a bit of a perfect creation?” The Mistress of time entered the room. Immediately laying her eyes on the unconscious daughter of His that HE kidnaps for a while. “Admiring? No, not at all.”

“Who is she?” “I have no idea,” she confessed candidly. “I only discovered her existence this morning. All I know is that she’s the daughter of another mistress S. Huntington, an affair which he’d indulged during his first marriage to Megan Myers. I also learned that the woman refrained from having anything to do with my father once that she’d discovered his truth. I don’t know whether he was aware that he has a daughter from the beginning.”

So he wasn't around. This old woman who had come to the Duke's residence claiming that she was the Duke's mistress. This angered magrette, so after telling Rosie the issue, Rose took charge of torturing her. Since her dad isn't here she might as well do as she pleases. Her dad will never see this woman remains. Two days was enough to get rid of the said mistress. Rosie laughed like a ghost on a hunt mission. "Make sure to stab her and take her to the sunken forest, you know what do,""

The Mistress plodded along as a steady pace with the servant struggling to keep up with her. Along the way there were numerous stops, because at each picturesque overlook Eve wanted to take pictures. Because she looked forward to the breaks and was grateful for any opportunity to rest, Trish enthusiastically modeled for Eve's camera. The Mistress was glad to see that her servant was cheerful about being photographed, not embarrassed and sullen as she had been a few weeks before.

She would either throw it away or directly trampled it under her feet. Because of that, Old Master Shaw hated that mistress even more. He thought all these things were taught by his mistress. However, his mistress’ temper was even worse. Later on, the mistress simply did not let him come to visit them anymore. Over time, he and that mother and daughter pair became even more estranged. Later on, it was only after the mistress revealed the shocking secret before she died that Old Master Shaw found out that the little girl was actually the biological child he had with his wife.

But, Jane revealed something else that was just a secret between the two of them, about her almost falling there on the bridge was also the planned work of that woman. "You thought maybe I forgot what you did to me when I almost fell off the bridge? If only my friend hadn't saved me, maybe you would have been happy about my death. How thick your face is that you are just having fun here while I hide the shame you did to me," she scolded, while the rich woman could no longer speak. OVER THE PAST THREE MONTHS... Jester's mother knew it was her son's and his girlfriend's anniversary that day, so she followed Jane all day. Everything the woman went to, she followed up to the place where her son’

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

And yet, she had a son of this age. Who was the mistress, and who was the faithless one in the marriage?

She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember she exists after she has left? Why do you ignore me now?!" She continued to say, "Mom, please snap out of it! What's so great about Maisie, a daughter who abandoned her parents and vanished? I'm the daughter who's been best to you and Dad. Don't let her fool you!" The moment she started tearing the photo to shreds, her frail mother suddenly widened her bloodshot eyes. Agatha lunged out of bed and grabbed Rebecca's wrist with her bony fingers. "Give Maisie back to me! Give me my daughter back!"

“Listen to me, Katherine,” Miss Elizabeth said sharply, her eyes steady and fearless. “Just because Mrs. Carter is dead and you now have the chance to walk into this villa doesn’t mean you should forget who you are. Better know your place. A mistress should always hide her face in shame.” The word cut deep. “What did you just call me?” Mrs. Carter’s voice shook with rage. “A mistress,” Miss Elizabeth repeated. “That is what you are, and that is what you will always be. And your daughter will always be an illegitimate child. Everything my late madam owned will go to little Emily. You have no place here.”