To My Husband's Mistress Novel

Tresia has always dealt with her twin brother's Misha's foolishness, but when he goes to far, even she might not be able to save him. When she messes with tradition and awakens a long silenced prophecy, and ends up exposing herself, as well as those close to her to dangers never before imagined. Now it's a race to solve a long silenced truth, while saving her family and bonding with her Fated Mates.

Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes! His rough tongue slid over my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin. A violent shiver rippled through my entire body. A moan I couldn’t suppress slipped from my lips. “Ah… Sebastian…” I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn betraying movement making my vagina clench so tightly I almost came. “Beating so fast,” he murmured, his hot breath spilling across my skin, “is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me.” Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth. Oh, god… —— I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack’s Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves’ world—until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car. With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers—silently swearing revenge. But they didn’t stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me. That night, I nearly lost my life. Until Alpha Sebastian found me—cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn’t need a mate. But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him. I tried to resist his approach. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate. Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all—and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me—

I wanted him, desperately. It was the first time I had ever craved someone so intensely, and I didn’t care how reckless it made me. Maybe this was what they meant by love at first sight. When Camille Barone first lays eyes on Aurelio Donzel, she falls hard. Despite knowing he’s married, she’s drawn to him with an obsession that burns hotter than reason. Undeterred by his coldness, Camille pursues him relentlessly, doing everything she can to make him see her, to make him feel what she feels. But love isn’t always something you can chase. And some people, no matter how badly you want them, some people aren’t meant to be yours. Aurelio surrenders to temptation and risks his marriage for a moment of forbidden passion?. But Camille learns that some hearts simply aren’t meant to be won.

At first it was a contract, made to meet two ends but when she gets booted out by surprise, the best thing to do is to get a divorce, right? Wrong! Drake doesn’t want her gone, doesn’t want the baby and doesn’t want the divorce and yet doesn’t want to love her, so what can Valerie do? And when she tries to impose the divorce, he cruelly threatens the one thing that she cares about, a secret she thought she had hidden so well… if he can go to such lengths, what would he do when he finds out about a baby that wasn’t supposed to happen.

All Jasmine ever wanted was love… but in her world, love only exists to destroy. After four years in a loveless marriage forced by her mother, Jasmine finally signs her divorce papers—yet all she’s left with is a gaping wound in her heart. In a quiet coffee shop, she finds comfort in a magnetic stranger on the brink of his own divorce. One conversation turns into a soul-stealing kiss—wild, forbidden, and impossible to forget. But fate is cruel. Her perfect stranger is Galvin Walton, the impeccably attractive, ruthless billionaire husband of her flawless, vicious sister, Cashmere. Forced to spend Christmas at the Walton mansion, Jasmine is trapped, watching Galvin play the role of the perfect husband… while his hungry eyes follow only her. And the nightmare is only beginning. Edwin Monroe, her ex-husband, returns, claiming the divorce was never valid and she still belongs to him. When he notices the heat in Galvin’s gaze, his possessiveness becomes feral. Two powerful, obsessive men want her and hate each other. None of them is willing to lose. In a mansion where secrets are weapons, loyalty is a currency, and desire is the most dangerous game of all, Jasmine becomes the spark of a deadly obsession when all she wanted was a fresh start. That kiss was a promise of passion, but giving in won’t just shatter her family, ruin her future, and cost her everything… it will set the Walton dynasty ablaze and burn them all to the ground.

"Stay away from the room at the extreme end of the east wing... Be quiet as much as possible.... Leave at once when the second hand struck 5pm, not a second late!" Those were the three grand rules that she received. Allicia will never have expected her life to face a total turn around after she accepted to work as a caregiver in the house of a man that she never even met before. She had no idea what this unknown person she worked for was called, she had never seen him, not once had he shown his face. He was always hidden in a room in the mansion. Allicia had never been a disobedient girl all her life and she followed the rules while working diligently in the mansion. The only thing she did in the lonely mansion was sit by the window and sing with the birds. Her life went on smoothly and peacefully until an unfortunate stormy evening... It was a painful experience for her, one that she never wished to recall ever again. Not until she met him...

She lost everything in a single breath, her mother, her home, her hope. Now, the only thing Olivia has left… is a fight for survival. Desperate and alone, 20-year-old Olivia is drowning in grief and debt, struggling to save her sick younger brother from the same illness that stole their mother. When a cruel twist of fate lands her at the mercy of the arrogant billionaire heir, Chris Blackwood, her world shatters further. Humiliated. Homeless. Hopeless. Until his brother shows up. Daniel Blackwood isn’t just rich, he’s her miracle. He saves her brother’s life. Offers her a job. A place to stay. A second chance. But falling for him? That was never part of the plan. Now Olivia is trapped in a mansion full of enemies, secrets, and twisted power plays. His fiancée wants her gone. His brother wants her ruined. And the billionaire patriarch just caught her in Daniel’s arms… She was only supposed to clean the floors. Not sweep a billionaire off his feet. But in a world that treats love like a transaction, will Olivia risk everything for a man she can never have?

Nolan Shaw is the big shot on campus that everyone is intimidated by. He's also the guy I've been in love with for a while now. Out of nowhere, a new admirer of his pops out. She bears a striking resemblance to me. When I bring him his water, she beats me to it. When I write him a love letter, she tears it up. Finally, I muster up the courage to be honest with Nolan about my feelings—only for her to rush over and kick over the candles I prepared for the confession. That's when I finally lose my patience. "Just what on earth are you doing?" She ignores me and grabs Nolan's arm before saying, "I'll be frank with you. I'm actually here on a mission. You and Nolan will end up in a bitter marriage, hurting each other. So the system wants me to stop you two from being together." I don't believe a word she says, thinking that she's just lying to separate us. But at the very next second, I hear her thoughts. [Just what on earth did this scumbag do to make the 22-year-old Teresa fall so hopelessly in love with him? I bet she'll be heartbroken if she finds out that in the future, he'll find her boring and end up keeping 18 mistresses on the side. And after the divorce, he'll even make it hard for her to earn a living. She ends up dying of exhaustion, too!]

The day my mom was beaten up for being a mistress, I slammed the family crest into my dad’s face. I had been studying abroad, and on my return flight, I came across a video. The title read, [Richest Family’s Heirs Defend Their Mom and Beat Up Mistress.] In the video, my mother was wearing coarse linen clothes while my brothers surrounded her. They were punching and kicking her. They even tore her clothes and cussed her out as a shameless mistress. Her eyes were teary as she desperately tried to explain. However, she was only met with mocking laughter. A stranger in haute couture stood shielded behind them, and she sweetly said, “Alright, I know you’re doing this for me, but we don’t need to waste our time on ungrateful people.” The surrounding guests showered her with birthday wishes and praised her for her graciousness. “This is the grace befitting Mrs. Roth! Do some people really not own a mirror at home?” “A mistress dares to call herself Mrs. Roth? Doesn’t she know the entire Roth family was built on her assets? Which part of her looks like a lady?” Hearing them call her “Mrs. Roth,” I clenched my phone, and the screen reflected my icy expression. I had only been away from home for three years. How did I not know that I had acquired such a despicable “mother”?

⚠️ Warning: Abuse, descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, BDSM, sex control, manipulation. "Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice quiet but commanding. One guard hesitated and tried to speak, “But, sir—” Damian’s cold stare silenced him immediately. “I said take it off,” he repeated, this time with no room for argument. The guards exchanged nervous looks and then left the room, closing the door with a chilling finality. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt heavy, her heels like chains. Taking a shaky step toward him, her breathing echoed in the silence. “Please,” Aurora whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’m only eighteen. Don’t do this.” Her voice was small, trembling, but she knew he held all the power.