True Or False Mistress Novels & Stories

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."

It was said that Xena caused quite a scene in the hospital. She was crying and yelling that she was doing the right thing by punishing a mistress and that she had done nothing wrong. A police officer, fed up with her antics, snapped, "What are you yelling about? Aren’t you the mistress yourself?" Xena froze, the light in her eyes fading as she murmured, "The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress… The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress…"

“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.

"That's right. Have some human decency. You're not an animal. Is being a mistress so good? How about we all go to your place to spread this news around?" "Mr. White is in a relationship. If you want to be with him, you can only become his mistress. I'm not sure if mistresses can exist in society. Does the law support mistresses?" Jasmine regretted it to death. She shouldn't have mentioned the law. The student was eloquent enough to enrage Jasmine. There was another burst of laughter. Some of the exaggerated ones were crouching on the ground with their hands on their belly while giggling uncontrollably.

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

She was the kind of person who cried when being shouted at, which imperceptibly made her look weak. Seeing that Peace wasn't speaking, Briana yelled loudly in front of all of her colleagues. "My fiancé and I have known each other for many years and we were about to get married. Unexpectedly, while my fiancé was on a mission in the frontlines, this mistress tried to get close to him and did everything she could to sleep with him. Then, she got pregnant with his child and used it as an excuse to force him to marry her! If you're not considered a mistress, what kind of person would be considered a mistress?!"

Not when her biggest problem was a broken nail or a bad batch of designer perfume. Leila exhaled loudly, throwing her arms up. “Okay, fine. You’re stubborn as hell, so I won’t argue anymore.” She paused, eyes gleaming with something mischievous. “But—I have a brilliant idea.” Vlada arched her brow. “Oh no.” “Work for me,” Leila blurted out. “Seriously. I need someone I can trust. My maids—ugh—they keep messing with my stuff. One even stole my necklace last month. I’ve been cleaning my own room ever since.”

"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