The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

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

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

Amara asked innocently, as she look to Nerissa and then back to Isabella. "Baby, I told you what kind of woman she is. She's just lying. She just want to hurt us all." Isabella's fist clenched, she can't accept anymore everything that Nerissa saying and doing just to make her daughter away from her. "Stop telling her your lies, Nerissa! You know that I am really her real mother!" Dalia and Rose heard that there's a commotion happening, so they quickly rushed towards the entrance of the mansion nervously, and there eyes widened with the scene they witnessed.

The student union had also organized a demonstration for justice just outside the police station. Marissa slapped her hand on the table. "How shameless could the Moore family be! How dare an insignificant mistress' daughter do that? What does she take the Richards family for? Does she think that the hallways of Richards Manor are for anyone to walk all over? Even if she was the legitimate daughter of the Moore family, her status would still be subject to consideration, what more that she was the daughter of a mistress."

Tears were already pooling in her eyes and she fought to stay strong. "You shut the fuck up you prostitute and listen to me! You do not deserve to be with someone like my daughter but she likes you. She gave an orphan like you a life yet you have no shame." Christine was livid. She tried to hold on but the insults got to her and she stood up. "Sorry madam but I have to go." "You'll go when you explain these." Rhoda threw an open envelope to Christine's feet, letting the content spill right in front of the furious girl.

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

Voice 3: "But whatever you say, I like this young Mistress. She is so polite and kind to us all, unlike that woman! Little master's real mother, who appeared three years ago, remember?" Voice 1: "How would we forget that? She was such a bitch and made our life hell! It was good that Master chased her away... I think this young Mistress is much better than the rest. Even little master loves her! Sometimes, it feels like, she is the real mother of him..." Voice 2: "Yeah, you are right. But what happened last night, really shows Master also developed a soft corner for young Mistress. She really has wrapped the father and son around her finger! I think soon ...."

He pointed at them. The brothers only stared at each other, not listening to him. They returned inside as Phantom waited for the proper moment. He never wants them to injure his mother or Savvy baby again. The mistress appears to be insane and out of her mind. They are well aware that they will rot in prison. The mistress even laughed at her daughter as if she were insane. It has come to a halt due to fear. She leveled her rifle at the two women as Phantom gritted his teeth.

“Why don’t you ask your son, Madame?” A flush crept up Alexandria’s neck, blooming into a violent red across her face. Her hands curled at her sides, but she didn’t speak. Still stunning, Vlada noted—skin untouched by time, diamonds glittering at her ears, posture carved from discipline. But behind the refinement, there it was again: that unmistakable flicker in her gaze, sharp and dark—the one she only ever showed behind closed doors. Vlada didn’t need confirmation. The mask was still there. Polished. Pretending. But beneath it?