The Mistress's Daughter Novels & Stories

The mistress was actually pregnant! Knowing this, Ms. Lilian wanted to kill the Mistress and the baby. Her son was mistreated and was thrown away just for this bitch and the baby she was carrying? With so much anger in her heart, she almost made a mistake and harmed them. But to think that small provocation caused the mistress to miscarry. Ms. Lilian then recovered from her fury. She realized she had made a grave mistake. Since then, a demon was constantly battling with her to kill them.

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

The Madam spoke, snickering within herself as she gazed over at Crystal who adverted her gaze. In Crystal’s eyes, those tricks that she knows of are not as superior as her own tricks. The Madam probably used her so called ‘tricks’ to seduce someone else’s husband, rather, the first son’s mother. It gives her the eerie vibes that this woman must’ve been a mistress who married the man when the first wife passed away and the firstborn son casted away to the open world.

“Excuse you?” “I’m willing to overlook everything you've done and we can call it even, as long as you introduce me to your patron. Foster a relationship and then,” His gaze slid over her meaningfully. “Even if you’re not the Sterling's legitimate daughter… I wouldn’t mind keeping you as a mistress. After all, you did a good job warming my bed in the past, now–” Before he finished, the sound of the slap echoed sharply through the boutique as Mirena struck him across the face without the slightest hesitation, her palm burning as his head snapped to the side.

“Young mistress!” I heard a female voice scream. My eyes widened as I turned my gaze. A young girl dressed in a purple gown, with her hair packed into a ponytail. Her face was round and fair. I have never seen her. And what did she call me? Young mistress? Sharp pain struck my head, like a splitting force that could wreck my cranium apart. I remember …. Rogues ….arrows … My daughter slipped from one of the rogues, and then someone called me… Young mistress.

“What caused the mistress’s death?” “The family doctor stated that the mistress died from a lung condition she had suffered from for a long time. But when Miss Elena, our mistress’s sister, arrived and requested an autopsy on her sister’s body, the master firmly refused and even berated Miss Elena in front of all of us. Not only that, but the master also firmly rejected Miss Elena’s request to take Miss Jenny with her. Yet after the mistress’s death, the master’s attitude toward Miss Jenny did a complete 180. Not long after, the master brought a woman named Sarah and her daughter, Julia, into the house. From that moment on, this house, which had once been peaceful, became oppressive. Mrs. Sa

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