The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

"May I ask what that is?" The mistress merely smiled, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap. "I’ll reveal it when the time is right. For now, tell me how I can assist you." Dryzza swallowed hard, her instincts screaming caution. She wasn’t entirely sure she could trust the mistress, whose enigmatic aura made it impossible to read her true intentions. Dryzza’s usual psychological skills seemed powerless against the subtle, unpredictable nature of this woman, leaving her uncertain of what lay ahead.

While I scraped her floors and polished her windows, she was sharing meals and memories with her son’s mistress. “Dinner is ready, Madam,” the butler announced, leading the way to the dining hall. Standing, Julia held out her hand. “Come, Mavis, sit by me.” Misha clenched his fists, but he didn’t stop her. He just stood there, watching as his mother guided his mistress into the main dining hall, to sit in a seat I was told I didn’t deserve.

He patted his mother's hair adoringly and she smiled, quickly catching his hand to kiss it. " I'll miss you." He said and she looked at him, confused for a while but before she could ask any more questions, he'd stood up and turned to leave but then, a wicked laughter and a clap was heard and when both mother and son looked up with frozen bodies, their eyes dilated seeing Alpha Torres eldest mistress, a young evil lady. Luna Leila's son stared at his father's mistress and then at his mother's crying face and he cursed as he dragged one of the silver blades that were used for torturing the offended and without a second thought, drove it into the mistress's chest as he directly stabbed into he

Master Joseph was a wicked evil man but he never let any other man touch her properties outside of his harem. Thus, this could emphasize fully how special Master Tristan was considered by that fat man. "........" the lovely daughter of Eve left to seek for help and only the silent echoes of her bare feet serenaded the chaotic banging that was coming off from the partition of the room and the outside. “Please don’t let anything happen to Master Tristan! I’m afraid I might have a bad end if...” the woman’s thoughts ran as fast as her panicking body took her. * * *

I have been with him when he was a child,and he grow up to be fond of me though he is really cruel, he beats me up sometimes" She smiles What how can he beat up a woman close to be his mother or even older than his mother? That sassy arrogant bastard!! Who does he think he is huh?! "You okay miss? She asked and i smiled nodding "Am Mrs Dara anyway" "Am Sera" I says "Mam please am I the first mistress here? I added She smiled"I think you are the twelfth " "What? Twelfth?! I almost yelled "Yes and some ends up leaving in months or years after he is done with him, some ones who tried to escape before there time ends up died and there body sent to her family"