The Mistress's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

"What did she say?" He was quiet for a moment — not withholding, she could see that, working through how to say it. "She says she made an error in the terms of what she gave us. That there's something she held back." He met her eyes. "She says Daniel was never Alexander's son." A pause. "But that she has another son. An older one. And that the arrangement she made with the Santa family thirty years ago included a promise that this child — legitimate, born during the marriage period under a different clause of the original contract — has a legal claim she never fully disclosed."

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

With her own life, she's proven the pinnacle of being a mistress is raising a bastard daughter as though she were a wealthy heiress—while the true daughter of the household is cast aside, left to wander and suffer. [According to insiders, when Richard lost his memory and doted on Victoria, it was Shayla who stayed behind to hold the family business together alone. In the end, not only were Shayla and her daughter driven out of their home, but even Kalen Group's shares were split with the mistress's child? If you have any backbone, don't profit off what the rightful wife built!] [Richard, can you face Shayla? You gave the company she fought to protect to a mistress's daughter! You're an ungra

"I could not tell you about the Mistress when she had already disowned and cut ties with me. She saw me as an enemy and forbade me from calling her my daughter. It was one of the most heartbreaking moments in my life as a mother, but who could blame her? As her parents, we had failed to protect her. She was taken as a slave because of us, her normal life and dignity were stripped away from her" "The Mistress... Vicenta used to be a girl full of life. She loved to sing and dance and to be free. She was a happy girl, we all were until something happened that ripped off our happiness and peaceful existence." She paused for some time, her eyes now distant as though she was in the past and seeing