The Mistress's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My whole life, dragged into the open. My mother was a mistress who had broken up someone's marriage. I was the bastard she'd hidden away. Kicked out of high school. Dirty blood. A rap sheet of shame. The whole internet was coming for me. A mistress's daughter was born knowing how to seduce men. She was just following in her mother's footsteps. She deserved everything she got. "I am not a mistress!" I snapped my head up. My eyes were wild with despair, locked onto his. "Leo, you know that! You kept me at your side for five years. You took me to every event. You said you'd take care of me for the rest of my life! How am I suddenly the one who did something wrong?"

White. “Say no to bullying, I don't want a weak maid, do you understand?” She said sternly, I could only nod. "You actually bought a maid for him?" Mr. White asked. She smiled proudly, though I noticed the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I am not the evil stepmother," she replied. "After all, he is my husband’s supposedly adopted son." Her father narrowed his eyes. "Do you really believe that? That he came to this dinner because I threatened an adopted son,” he kept quiet thinking before turning to his daughter “it can't be that simple."

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

If I hadn’t reacted quickly and blocked it, the heel would have struck his eye. She snorted coldly. "You want me to apologize? Do you even know who I am? I’m the girlfriend of the president of the Hale Group. If I so much as open my mouth, he’d give me Mooncrest Pavilion itself. And what are you, exactly? "You probably don’t even know this yet. Your precious daughter was kicked out of the Hale family a long time ago. She didn’t get a single cent. And here you are, eating a fancy meal, enjoying yourselves, expecting Orion to foot the bill? Keep dreaming."

I asked as I looked at her. I felt my blood boil. “Ohh, the mistress wants to play,” she said teasingly. Dante held my hand. “ Babe, she is not worth it “ he whispered. I felt like jumping into her and beating the alcohol out of her system. “ Do not call me that?” I retorted. “ What, a mistress?” She chuckled devilishly. “ But that’s what exactly you are my dear, and that child, isn’t she too old to be his daughter?” She asked.

Ah, apparently she knew that I don’t sleep in my own apartment for a long time. A part of me wonders about that, too. Is it because I had a difficult time grasping that I am now living with the daughter of the mistress who looks exactly like her? Or is it because of three years ago and seeing her is reminding me of my mistake? “You are the daughter of the woman I despise.” It was a slip of the tongue but I am too damn tired, sleep-deprived, and angry to care. “Yet, I let you in because our damn inconsiderate parents left you in my place. Seeing you…just reminds me of that: my father and his mistress, happily living together in Spain while they left their nuisance in my care just to piss me

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 again questioned in a naturally gentle voice, "Oh, we don't look like. Who are you?" She replied, but I did not hear the sincerity in her voice, "I am your dad's wife. You can always call me mommy." Was what I heard correct? I didn't realize I spoke what was on my mind when I said, "You're the mistress?" Despite appearing agitated, she maintains her cool. I apologized to my father and grandmother and said, "Where's mom?" The mistress added, "Your mom left you; I'm willing to do her part to you dear." I am aware that she is slowly killing me in the back of her mind.

Cassia proudly said. “Hello, dear! So you’re the one who organized everything. Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Larissa Quinto, Asher’s mother,” Larissa greeted warmly. “Sofia? You look familiar. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but do you work at a casino in Angeles?” Armando inquired. “Yes, sir,” Sofia replied tersely. The beautiful woman composed herself as she faced Armando Quinto, determined not to show any sign of nervousness. She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation.