The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

“He’s gone! You have to accept that I’m also your son and I’m alive and you might not like it but I have your blood and Emily is carrying your granddaughter so deal with it.” His father stay silent and hold on his wife’s hand and I jumped as I caught her looking at me. “Look at her! She looks like a hoe no wonder why she became a mistress. What will you do if she cheats? Don’t come running to us when that happens.” I bit my lips and hold my hands tight but I couldn’t take it anymore. So I stood up that made them look at me.

Zachary was very curious about the mistress’ identity. “It’s his current fiancée.” “What did you say?” Zachary’s eyes widened. “The mistress is your younger sister?” “No! She’s not my sister, she’s just the daughter of the mistress!” Yvonne added, “Her mother stole my mother’s man. And she ended up stealing mine as well. Back then, I lost control and was completely clouded by my anger. If I had thought more logically, Jackson’s son would be the same age as mine.”

“I’m his daughter. Are you satisfied with my answer now?” “You’re actually John’s daughter?” Michael could not help feeling stunned despite having heard part of the conversation just now and having seen Christina’s photo in John’s study room previously. “How… How is this possible?” “You must be surprised, huh?” A cold smile crossed her face. “John has a mistress and an illegitimate daughter. My mom was furious about it, and she met with an accident after that. Later, he brought the mistress and illegitimate daughter into the family. The story is as simple as that.”

Julian leaned back against his chair, fixing Richard with a frigid stare. "Last night, I needed to use the restroom. However, since I am not familiar with the layout of this estate, I lost my way and accidentally stumbled upon a room in the back corner that strongly resembles a suffocating warehouse. Type of thing do you think I discovered inside? It turned out to be the bedroom of your youngest daughter, Elena Thorne."

“This is somewhat history repeating itself. Her father killed her mother because of a mistress…” “Are you not that mistress?” I cut her short. She laughed, “Oh… you found that out. Too bad. But … Christiana is the mistress right now, isn’t she?” My throat tightened, words clawing their way up but dying before they could leave. I’d seen any one as manipulative, vindictive. This was something else. Something feral. She wasn’t just lashing out; she was orchestrating the end of me, piece by piece.

"Because my husband paid for it. "It's bad enough your mistress mother used my husband's money—but you, his bastard daughter, dare to bully my daughter? "You filthy wretch. How dare you show up at my daughter's recognition banquet? Isn't stealing her identity for all those years enough? Now you want to provoke her in person? You're just like your mistress mother—cheap and shameless."

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

“What caused the mistress’s death?” “The family doctor stated that the mistress died from a lung condition she had suffered from for a long time. But when Miss Elena, our mistress’s sister, arrived and requested an autopsy on her sister’s body, the master firmly refused and even berated Miss Elena in front of all of us. Not only that, but the master also firmly rejected Miss Elena’s request to take Miss Jenny with her. Yet after the mistress’s death, the master’s attitude toward Miss Jenny did a complete 180. Not long after, the master brought a woman named Sarah and her daughter, Julia, into the house. From that moment on, this house, which had once been peaceful, became oppressive. Mrs. Sa

a woman behind my son's room door said. “Yes,” another woman replied. “Poor kid.” I resisted the urge to turn the knob at that sentence. The maids wouldn't tell the truth if I asked. I'd rather listen when they thought no one else was around. “Living well doesn't make him miserable,” her partner argued. “His father is married. I thought Master would finally have a mother and get enough love. It turns out Mr. Wyndham only kept him as a mistress. She lives on the west side of the house and is not allowed to see his son,” the woman explained.

Her hands shook slightly as she tried to come to terms with it. "So," I added coldly, "no matter how many women you throw at him, it's all useless. Infidelity, infertility, and lying. What a wonderful son you have." Then, I gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards standing nearby, and they immediately went forward to grab Johnny and Lily. "I'm done talking. Now, please take your son and his mistress and get out of my house. I've had enough of tolerating you all these days!" "What? What do you mean by your house? Who are you to kick us out? Let go of me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Get your hands off of me!"