The Royal Mistress Full Book Novels & Stories

HE GAVE HER TIME to clean up and get back to looking presentable before they went down to the grounds to be with his men. Heads and headdresses bumped again. The Baron told her to do everything she was told to do, and that’s what she did, not minding any of them at all. She did not believe the books he had gifted her with had been coincidences, since the characters were royals and the setting was in the palace court. She believed he carefully chose them so she could learn from them while he was away with the duke and the knights.

His voice was gentle and calmer now. “Am I? Are you really satisfied with just me?” I asked, pouting. “Of course! Did you ever see me look at other women? My eyes were always with you. Those women were nothing to me. You are the perfect girl for me. So for the last time, can we please forget about the mistress thing? You know I ordered the royals to stop thinking about it but you still insist on talking about it. I don’t even like that word.” He answered.

I already planned out how my date with the king would have been" she stated in frustration " The king his the only one who can answer your question " the mistress answered Madison grumbled but didn't speak out " with that being answered I won't entertain any questions again" she said" now ladies follow me" she said and walk away not waiting to see if she was being followed. ***************************

just for the evening. "Thank you, master." She bowed her heart, her heart feeling light. "You can go now." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * He was most surprised when he opened his door to see the Royal Mistress standing behind his door. "Mistress...." He greeted with his head bowed. What is the mistress doing here?

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

Instead, her gaze shifted to me, evaluating, almost condescending. “So,” she began, “you must be the infamous Jane. ” I blinked in surprise. “Uh… yes, that’s me.” Her smile stiffened as if she had tasted something sour. “Welcome to the Martin Empire,” she said sweetly. “Just so you know, it’s not exactly a… relaxed atmosphere here.” “I understand,” I replied. “Good. It tends to get… messy when personal issues interfere with professional settings.” I opened my mouth to speak, but William interjected sharply.

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.

just for the evening. "Thank you, master." She bowed her heart, her heart feeling light. "You can go now." He was most surprised when he opened his door to see the Royal Mistress standing behind his door. "Mistress...." He greeted with his head bowed. What is the mistress doing here? "You are the former slave trainer of the mine downtown...you are Andrew. Am I right?" She asked. "Yes, mistress." Andrew can't stop wondering why the royal mistress is here in his place.

The live chat erupted with reactions. "The mistress has come clean. It's time to rally against her." "Unbelievable, we've been wronging Mrs. Woolf this whole time!" "Is she experiencing a change of heart, stepping forward to face the backlash?" Amidst the intensifying vitriol, Doris offered a woeful smile. "I swear, I was completely unaware that he had another family! No woman willingly takes on the scorned role of the mistress. I was deceived by Harlan Woolf!"

He wants to see me again, even though we just met last night. “Alright,” I replied, knowing that if I didn’t go, the maid who was sent to fetch me might get punished. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed all the maids looking at me as I passed by. What? “Is she the one?” I heard one of them whisper. One what? “Yes, she’s the king’s mistress,” another whispered back. Mistress? Since when did I become a mistress—oh, right, I'm his mate but not the official lady of the king in this kingdom.