True Or False Mistress Novelas e Histórias

“We cannot divorce until my grandfather is dead. I can't let you out of my sight. You just have to agree to be my mistress and I'll do whatever it is you demand.” Harry insisted. Mistress are known to be of no value and would be treated with riducule in the society, Harry knows this yet he's making her such a ridiculous offer. While Debby was about to make a stand known that she would never accept to be a mistress in this lifetime, she suddenly felt a sharp pain surge through her head and quickly held on to her head.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

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.

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

His voice was cold and dripping with a clear threat. I turned and met his angry, bloodshot eyes. In that instant, the last shred of affection I felt for him disappeared. “Tristan, it is you who should be regretting this.” With that, I walked away, not once looking back. As I dragged my suitcase through the quiet, late-night streets, I called my best friend, Cindy Lennox. The moment she picked up, I broke down in tears. “Cindy, I… I think I’ve been a mistress for the past five years.”

She wanted to ask, yet could not by the moment as all that she could ever do is watch the entire bloody scene that was taking place in front of her. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” With the lustful gaze, but is hungry to kill and see them die. The Mistress looks at the pathetic king she once serve, idolize, loved, and adore, but since the huntress who stole everything from her including him, and is now fighting her minions in front of her. She could not resist her urge and lustful desire to rip her into pieces, as she whispers and calls her by her once title. “The huntress.”

He got up from the bed and said, "Fiancé and all, huh? You turned down my offer to be my mistress but accepted that man's Luna's position. Do you even know that man? Because I see no difference here." She scowled at him after hearing what he said. She could not believe he was comparing a luna's position to a mistress' position. A Luna was the Alpha's wife, whereas a mistress was a woman who satisfied the Alpha's sexual desires. The main difference was that one woman slept with her own husband while the other slept with someone else's husband. A dignified woman would never agree to be a mistress of a man if she had the option to back out. "Are you kidding me? Now you are thinking that both po

“If I ever hear you utter those words again I swear I will slit your throat myself!” I was furious, ignoring the severity of her words and threat on my life. “You can’t keep me from my children! They deserve to know the truth!” “And what truth is that?” Mistra seethed, her lip curling in a rictus snarl. “That my children are illegitimate?” I was suddenly taken aback, baffled. I shook my head. “They’re not illegitimate--what are you thinking?!” Mistra sneered. “Of course they aren’t. Because they’re the product of true mates.”

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

And despite everything, her love for Nikolai never wavered. If you ask me, I wouldn't say I hate Nikolai. I don't hate. I can't. He's not a monster, not truly. But what he did to Raul... it's the kind of betrayal most people wouldn't forgive. And if I'm being honest, if the roles were reversed—I wouldn't have either. But then again... I was Raul's mistress once. The kind of mistake most women would never forgive. The kind that brands you—a betrayal in a woman's skin. A disgrace to womanhood.