The Royal Mistress Full Book Romane & Geschichten

Master Alejandro sure provided her so much freedom on him before his royal wedding but now the case was not so same anymore. Indeed the model mistress demanded easy money and master Alejandro agreed on that, willingly she chose to be the throne holder's mistress and both shared the greed on that. He who wanted the body and she who demanded easy money were never serious about anything until the royal wedding brought many things to end. The limitations between both never mattered much before both now it did. Master Alejandro ended whatever he had with her before his royal wedding. Not to make anything unfair for her or make it seem like he "used" her, master Alejandro did offered her very fit

She then added in a tart description, “The Regaleria Mansion is magnificent, and it would have been a great place to live if it weren’t for its owners.” “Hmmm...” Ruen smirked in response. “True. You never fail to highlight that Lianne.” The carriage halted at the foot of the receiving stairs, right in front of the main foyer. The footmen did not waste time setting the adjustable stairs and opening the door for the royals to descend. The prince was the first to go out like any gentleman would; however, amidst the princess’ wishes, he stood just near the opening and waited for her to come out, offering his own hand for her support.

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.

Chapter Three; The balcony collision Adrian's POV; The conversation was going great until the princess started making moves on me. Her fingers dragged as she placed them in my hand. I pretended not to understand what she was trying to do, she moved her seat closer until our seats were touching each other. Her gown had a slit cut on her upper thigh. She let her gown freely expose her thighs, I looked up to her face and she gave me a smile. “This is the kind of woman, my mother had selected to be the next queen”

And that image from now…that sudden vision of myself under bright moonlight, surrounded by four wolves…What was that? What happens when people find out? Was this a dream? And the worst part… What happens to my mission in the palace, when the king’s son already owns a dangerous, unfairly large piece of my heart?

“You’ll behave, won’t you, my dear? I mean, look at all you have to lose now.” I didn’t want to be a mistress, so what could I lose? “A servant caught out informing on her master would just be banished, you know. But now? Now you’re a royal mistress. Now, what you’ve done is treason. We execute people for that.” I felt myself go pale. I shook my head. I wasn’t a traitor! I was only doing what he demanded. “Don’t worry. As long as you are useful, I won’t dispose of you like that,” Prince Marcus said. “And who knows? We are mates. Maybe I’ll really fall deeply in love with you.” He laughed. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Aiden breathed, the word barely a whisper. "The moment you looked at me, you lured me in," the King said, his tone dropping, becoming thick with intent. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Aiden’s mouth. "Do you want to be my mistress?" Aiden’s mind blanked. The blood roared in his ears. Mistress? The word echoed in his head, nonsensical and terrifying. He must have misheard. He was a servant, a nobody, and the King was... the King.

I breathed, holding his gaze as I rubbed my aching neck. “What if I told you your master sent you to me with no way out?” My stomach dropped. “And what if… you were a message?” I shook my head slowly, my hands visibly trembling. “You’re lying,” I managed. “Am I?” Silence pressed heavily against my ears. Then he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to an octave. “Do you want proof?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Proof of how useless you were to Magdalene Ricks?”

“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

“Tomorrow evening, there will be a ceremony. Intimate, but witnessed. It’s time the kingdom saw their ruler united with his mate.” The scribe hesitated. “Should I inform the lady?” “No,” I said. “She’ll learn when the bells ring. I don’t want her to have time to talk herself out of it.” When the man left, I leaned both hands on the edge of the table and stared down at the map spread across it , the outlines of land and blood, all mine now. Every mark on that parchment had been paid for in ash. All except her. A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Love. Control. Power. They all blurred together until I couldn’t tell which one was rotting me faster.