The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

A mistress holds no right to carry any royal blood in her womb, it was believed and considered as a crime and more as a dirty sin. Master Alejandro's and master Leonardo's biological mother, the lady of honour of that time took her own life hearing that very news, obviously not able to bear the pain of betrayal extreme as such... she slit her throat the same day. The mafia didn't accept the pregnant mistress obviously. Carrying the rage, the pregnant mistress made the court her shield, she demanded protection against the mafia which brought a lot of shame to Garcia’s in public. Winning the obvious custody of her child and right to give birth, the mistress decided never to let her daughter ge

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

The lady slapped her and tore her remaining dress. “a mistress is meant to be naked or scantily dressed, except her master wishes it so”. “I wonder what he sees in you, you have a medium size breasts, even though they are firm and pointed, but a remarkable ass, I wonder what he sees in you and you lack manners appropriate for a mistress, nevertheless I’ll be glad to teach you what you are supposed to do and it will give me joy to see Maximillian’s daughter reduced to a whore, after all I was once his slave whore, take her to her quarters, she needs to learn, the King may not be willing to harm her, but she is a mistress and it is her duties to learn to please him, Jasper himself has given m

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?

I didn’t remember anything at all about a granddaughter. Then it hit me, the memory surfacing all at once. That night, when she’d mistakenly walked off with my phone instead of her own, the wallpaper on her screen had been a wedding photo of her and a man I now recognized as Miles Wilson. That explained the gap in my earlier research. She wasn’t Arthur’s granddaughter by blood. She’d married into the family. Which also explained, rather neatly, the confrontation I’d witnessed between her and Miles Wilson that night at my lounge. The tension between them had been thick enough that I’d noticed it even from behind my laptop screen.

She picked up the memorial photo from the floor, feigning confusion. "What's this picture?" she mumbled. Then, she shrieked, deliberately dropping Claire's photo on the ground as if it were cursed. "Martin, Stella is... Isn't this going too far? Mrs. Hughes Senior is alive and well, but she actually..." Martin violently tore the photo to shreds and threw the pieces in my face. The fragments cut my cheeks and sliced through my already shattered heart. I dropped to my knees, frantically picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together. The glass shards pierced my palms and shins, but nothing hurt as much as seeing Claire's final photo destroyed.

“Dad, it’s her, your mistress’s daughter! Not only did she hit me and my brothers, but she even laid a hand on Mom!” Immediately after, Felix rushed over to check on the woman. “Opal, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” “Why did you take so long? I’ve never suffered such humiliation in my life! I told you long ago to get rid of this woman, but you insisted on keeping her around! “Now, her daughter’s come to humiliate me at my birthday banquet! You can’t let them get away with this!” Opal sniffled while she glared viciously at us.

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

Maya poured them both a cup of hot tea while Justine sliced the steak on his plate. "Let go of your hatred, Justine," Maya said softly. "You've spent far too many years chasing the past." Justine's expression turned cold. "I can't." "The police concluded it was nothing more than a robbery." "That's only their conclusion." "You still can't accept it?" Justine shook his head. "My father wasn't the victim of an ordinary robbery. I'm certain someone was behind it." Maya closed her eyes for a brief moment. "I don't want to lose you too."

If he could make me forget the father of my child, I could make him doubt the fidelity of his mistress. I spent the afternoon playing the role of the “reformed” wife. I didn’t hide in my room. I moved through the house with a quiet, submissive purpose, always lingering just long enough to drop a drop of venom. I made sure to leave a tab open on his private tablet—an article about “paternity fraud among corporate socialites”—and then quickly closed it with a flustered apology when he walked in. “I’m sorry, Daniel,” I said, my eyes wide and shimmering with fake tears. “I’m just… I’m so worried about the family legacy. I want everything to be perfect for the gala. I don’t want anyone to laugh a