The Seductive Billionaire's Mistress Novels & Stories

Good lord, what was wrong with her? She was suppose to seduce this man, yet she found herself being seduced. She was to pretend to be attracted to him, but she seem to be attracted to him truly. This was becoming a different rhythm of lies of the heart. She was getting attached to the job too soon. She had to stay strong and firm, her parents honor depended on it. Though after marrying Damien and getting the twenty million dollars, she had no clue as to what would happen. Her plans didn't really go that deep. She wanted to solve the present matter first before having to think of what would happen in the future.

Well mister you're next after I'm done with your ex-wife who needs a lot of washing. "Don't you dare insult me again bitch or I'll do worse than rip your hair off of your head." I angrily snarled slamming her to the floor. Walking over to her, I grabbed Iñigo's hand in mine and saucily grinned at her. "Who am I to him? Well I'm his fiancé and you are his worthless gold digging ex-wife who wanted shrivelling balls for dinner. So if you'll excuse us, were off to get dinner and dessert where there'll be likely hard bananas ripping a juicy fruit "

The Billionaire's Surrogate stripper Arielle’s POV I sip the glass of red wine presented by the maid as I watched her bow before taking her to leave. Adrian hasn't been back yet I know because I've instructed the servants to run to me immediately they catch sight of him and I know the sound of his car engine.

In the middle is the cashier and behind that is the logo of the boutique and under that is its very name. "Phoenix Huxley." Bryce and I turned to the woman who had suddenly arrived I think she was from the second floor of the boutique because I saw her come down the last step of the stairs. She immediately approached the man next to me and kissed him. "Long time no see, Lay Cervantes," Bryce said here after they kissed each other's cheeks. "And who's this beautiful lady with you, hmm?" I can't help but be infected by her smile. She looks so simple but she's stunning.

"No matter how pretty you are, you can't date someone as handsome as him, no matter how much makeup you wear. Rich people only associate with each other, so it's impossible to compare yourself to them." "What's wrong with dreaming while watching TV?" The two staff members looked at each other and jokingly teased each other, even though there was entertainment news playing on the TV. The news was about the president of Oregon and the heiress of Seraphim Holdings who attended a high-profile party last night. President David spent a lot of money to have a beautiful smile, and he even spent millions of dollars to buy the necklace his partner was wearing. In the picture, a charmingly handsome man

I loved the way his nostrils flared at the mention of his mistresses. Mom flinched at that but continued, "We need someone we can trust and I promise you my dear, once you're done with this task, we're out of your life forever," She added the last part like an afterthought but I knew she meant it. I resigned myself to my unfortunate fate, “So all I need to do is seduce him?” But even I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. "You have to seduce him, have sex with him and get it on audio and video, get him to confess his plans, show him to the entire country," Charles said, the wicked smile of triumph on his face made him look like the devil himself.

"Though I believe I should demonstrate my appreciation for your long-term planning more... thoroughly." I smiled down at him, letting my own predatory nature show. "The mighty Nathan Chen," I teased, though my voice was rough with renewed desire as his touch became more deliberate. "So easily distracted from business by his fiancée's strategic mind." His response was to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Manhattan's most dangerously seductive billionaire, his hands and mouth wreaking exquisite havoc on my senses. And I surrendered myself completely to his possession, knowing that together we would build something far more powerful than mere corporate dominance.

Every detail of the living room, from the plush, luxurious couch to the gilded frames and expensive artwork adorning the walls, exuded wealth and sophistication. In the center of this opulent setting, a woman reclined on the couch, her legs crossed and her manicured nails gleaming in the soft light. This woman, dressed in a sheer, black lace nightgown that clung to her curves like a second skin, was none other than Cherry. She held a phone to her ear, her lips curving into a smile that could only be described as both seductive and conniving.

“Always.” We didn’t sleep much that night. I rode him slow until the sunrise, my hair spilling over his chest like a curtain of silk, his hands caressing my body like I was art. And every time he came, it was with my name on his lips like a prayer. Every time I broke apart under him, it was with his love in my veins like wildfire. Later That Week We signed everything. The Declan Mansion. The properties in Dubai, Monaco, and Paris. The private jets. His offshore accounts. All mine.

That doesn't mean I'm insecure of my looks either. Right now, she's dressed in a long, tasteful, red silk gown that draws all eyes to her. With her carefully curated smile, and champagne flute held delicately in one hand, she looks elegant, graceful, and every inch the millionaire artist she is. While I look like a neglected shadow next to her. What a bitch. "So," She turns to me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I swear flower petals and sparkles fall out. "Where is your husband?" I roll my eyes and chug down some of my champagne. "At home."