The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

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 runs away from her father's house and, by luck or divine providence, finds refuge in the house of a nobleman who falls in love with her, very far from Vienna. Despite the nobleman caring for her daughter as his, she registered her in the royal notebooks as Mordred's daughter. Madison was no less crazy than her father had made her; her now false lucidity made her equal to him. Maybe it's true, and the victim becomes the new monster. After killing the nobleman who had taken her in, she became the owner and mistress of her little property and raised her daughter there to one day kill Mordred and the entire Blood family, culminating in sitting on the throne as queen.

She said laughing and adjusting her dress. "I forgot to introduce myself, girl! I am Anabel, your dad's mistress and stripper" she whispered to my ear before heading out. I screamed in pain and laid on the floor sobbing loudly. Madison rushed into the room and met the father and daughter in a heartbreaking state. She helped me to my feet and took me to a seat.

I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress? I blinked my eyes slowly and rested them on him. He was as hot as usual. I didn't want to give it any thought, though. There were some minutes of silence. I savoured the moment to think. 'How can I be his mistress? What the hell?!' Well, I'd do anything, anything in my capacity, to keep mum alive. No matter the costs. I love her so dearly. She and dad are the only things I have and I cherish them with all my heart.

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”

Even with her murderers. The air was heavy with the weight of an unspeakable betrayal my father's mistress forever altering the course of our lives. The rain outside mirrors the tears I could no longer shed. I found myself caught in the storm of emotions, seeking refuse in the warmth of woman sleeping beside me. Stefan’s mother—Adriana Richie—was my father’s mistress. My mother saw her as her little sister until she was betrayed by her. That fucking bitch was cunning, too clever for her own good. The murder of my mother was just a little accident. My father married Adriana the next day.

Mr Jones asked. " Hah! Why am I here? the last time I checked,I was still the owner of this house." She chuckled mirthlessly." But,not for long. Good luck looking for a new house for your Mistress and bastard daughter." Mira said walking upstairs to her room. She didn't want to waste more of her energy talking to unimportant people. " What do you mean by that?" Mr Jones asked getting a crawling feeling in the depths of his soul from his daughter's words. But alas,he got no reply.