The Mistress's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband* *She had been parading as the #1 heiress of the country for the past decade, who knew that she was a bitch who grew up at some rundown orphanage at the darkest downtown. No offense to all normal orphans with all their moral compass function* *Can you believe the mistress’ family were working under her because she was the supposed #1 heiress, I wonder what they would do now that the whole stuff has blown up in their face* *I heard the mistress was harassed at work too…poor girl.*

Aidan Creek? ARTEMIS POV Now where had I heard that name? I must have seen it in a newspaper somewhere. I couldn’t remember, but from what I gathered he was one the richest men in Florida. Why would he want a thief to be his mistress? “It sure seems like you must be over in your head. I ain’t marrying you, I’ll marry a pig first,” I said, huffing angrily. But Aidan stared at me for a full minute, creeping me out, then he finally nodded.

My heart was pounding, my lungs refusing to fill but my voice… my voice finally steady. “You’re wrong.” I said, my voice hoarse. They stared at me Fiona, Orla, Laden waiting, confused. I lifted my chin. “I have every right to that company… because I am the legitimate daughter of the first son of the Greys. A mistress' son? Laden, it seems you forgot your mother was my Grandfather's mistress. You think since you all lived here all your life that all this belongs to you? A peasant born from Adultery you think you are now the Heir now my father is dead? Dream on!!”

She couldn't stop thinking about Grace's words regarding suspecting Jack having a lover. The fact that Grace had called her a tramp and other kinds of names was getting to her. She closed her eyes and allowed the droplets of water pour on her face as she now got her hands to roam down on her wet hair which now stuck to her back. It didn't matter if she wanted Adam and loved him more than anything, it was still a fact that she was his mistress, his secret lover whom he was hiding from the world.

So the mistress and her child had finally lost their patience. When she arrived, the mistress—who usually played the meek and fragile act in front of Heather's father—had transformed into a raging tigress. The woman pointed at Heather, her voice shrill and cutting. "Your father promised all the inheritance to me and my son long ago. You're just a worthless girl, like your useless mother! What right do you have to hog the family assets and not give them to us?" Before she could finish, Heather stepped forward and slapped her twice, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction as the blows landed. "My father isn't dead yet! What inheritance are you here to claim? Take your child and get out of my sigh

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

The mistress sat beside him, grabbed the alcohol beside her taking a sip from it. "That's my daughter. She is beautiful right?" "Your daughter?" Angelo furrowed her brows. "Yes she is. Isn't she beautiful?" Mistress smiled widely. Angelo did wondered why this mistress would put her daughter there on stage as a seductress. But a beautiful seductress indeed. "I want you to do something for me Angelo," "Sure mistress. You can name whatever you want." He said smiling widely at the woman. Mistress Gonzales was satisfied with the way he was acting right now. She has been the one sponsoring his brother, taking care of his parents medications and even helping him in his family as Angelo was born poo

She threw me under the bus just like that. “Huh, nuts? Crazy? Mrs. Swan, you are such a heartless woman. You sold your daughter and let the mafia guy kidnap her. I have never seen such a generous mother, Mary. Tell me the truth. Did my father have any mistress? Am I his mistress’s daughter?” Anna calmly but coldly rubbed salt on her mother’s wound. Damn, this girl didn’t have a limit. How could she ask her mother something like this?

And yet, the moment her hands had touched my face, the moment I’d felt her lean into me instead of pulling away, every ounce of that careful restraint had simply evaporated. I’d tried, genuinely tried, to stop myself somewhere in the middle of it, some distant, rational part of my brain screaming that this was exactly the kind of mistake I couldn’t afford to make. She worked for me. She was still legally married, however briefly that would remain true. And more than either of those things, she was John and Claire’s daughter, the one person on this earth I owed an unpayable debt to, a debt built on guilt I still hadn’t fully reckoned with, even after all these years.