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Apparently, none of that mattered when your ex-mistress was you and your ex-lover was Julian Thorne, billionaire tech mogul and emotional black hole in a three-piece suit. “You signed the Mistress Clause, Camille.” “I burned it.” He tilted his head, like a predator mildly entertained by its prey. “Clause Sixteen,” he murmured. “What the hell is Clause Sixteen?” Julian stepped in close, so close I could feel his breath—cool, sharp like mint and menace. “If the mistress attempts to leave, emotionally manipulate, or engage another man, the beneficiary of the agreement has the right to reclaim control by any means necessary.” I gasped. “You’re not serious—”

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.

Soon I felt him breathing normally and caressing my scalp. " You're not getting it. Whether you treat me like a mistress or not doesn't matters. Because I'm one. A woman who sleeps with a man without love, a relationship, or before marriage is addressed as a Mistress. On top of that, I get paid for my service every time. Isn't it? " I said and he went stilled. He cursed under his breath and took hold of my chin. " Then tell me what do you want me to do? Should I marry you because of that! " he snapped at me making me cry more. I wept like a baby burying my face in the sheet.

Mr. Jones saw me and avoided my gaze. Tarni then ran over and playfully tugged at his arm. “Mr. Jones, you’ve been serving the Roth family for a long time. You tell us. Who’s the imposter?!” I looked at him too and waited for his answer. To my surprise, Mr. Jones pointed at my mother with unwavering certainty. “She’s the Roth family’s maid. Three years ago, she lost her mind, and since then, she’s convinced that she’s Mrs. Roth. Mr. Roth took pity on her and kept her in the house!”

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

"Come on Esther Joan, if you're going to go with a friend to this party, why are you trying to hide that friend's identity? Or... that friend is your master? Don't tell us you guys. Shameless enough to be someone's mistress?" Jade's words really touched my pride. Even though I was flushed red and my breathing ragged. I was going to deny it, but then I realized they were right. It is true that I am a mistress of a master. "Huh... no reply means you admit it, don't you? Ladies, Esther Joan is an old master's mistress. Hahaha… This would be interesting if everyone in Malibu Academy knew." It was very noisy in the great hall, so no one noticed the few ladies chatting among themselves. A lot of p

"Haha. Can you really hurt me seriously? That's not enough, Jane," Kate yelled at the woman in front of her. "Why? Do you want me to add that and put a bruise on your whole face? If that's the case, Jester will disgust you forever. Anyway, he's been getting tired of you for a long time because my husband has already had an affair with another woman. "We're just totally the same. Ah, wait, the difference between us is that I am the legal wife. You? The Mistress." Jane was about to move forward when she spotted a folder Kate was holding with "Files owned by Andi Kate", which was written on it.

She also discovered that two people who were in love had absolutely no business training together in a room with mirrors. The session that almost ended early started with a takedown drill — she was supposed to get out of a grip from behind, and she did it correctly on the third attempt and made the mistake of laughing, and he was already smiling when she turned, and she took one look at his face and the drill stopped being a drill.