True Or False Mistress Novels & Stories

She said, "I''m just annoyed that Lord Storm isn't treating her the way she should be treated, She isn't in a cold dungeon but a nice room and even a room in Lord Storm's resident mansion, She eats nice meals, Bath and even have a servant ?" The last mistress walked in and added to Mira's insults scornfully. "She's Diane the last mistress, She killed the her Co mistress who was favoured by lord storm !" Vera quickly whispered inaudibly to Valerie's ear from where she hid so closely at her back.

Venessa grew to become my mistress and offered, "We're going to do it once more. Want to look at – a bit nearer this time?" My mistress's face lit up. "I'd like that." My mistress was given up, leaving a moist spot on the sheet. Venessa rolled over onto the spot wherein I had simply made love to my mistress. Usually, Venessa failed to like the sensation of the moist spot on the sheets. Tonight, it failed to appear to trouble her. What made that even extra incredible was the maximum of that moist spot was never made through any other female. Venessa unfolded her legs so I moved to roll among them, getting ready to penetrate her. My mistress's voice stopped me. "Can I position it in?" She requ

“Do you always do this? Threatening his mistresses?” “Yes. and they just like you, f*cking delusional whores” she spat, going for the door. “Does he know that this is your true face? Or like everyone in this pack, you are their Ms. Sunshine?” “If you're planning to tell Nicholas about what happened here, save your energy, he will not believe you. No one will believe you like any other mistress. You're just a trash beneath me, a gold-digging slut,” she shot back.

The mistress saw to that. “Go on then. You know better than to waste my time on trivial matters. What is so important that I need to know?” “Mistress, Lupa is succeeding in her seduction. Their relationship has changed…they have gotten closer, more intimate. All the servants are speaking of it.” The mistress’ eyes flare. The air is hotter for a moment. She bares her teeth. “How dare she?” She growls. “Does that commoner think she can waltz in and destroy everything worked for? That I’ve sacrificed for? I think not.”

This time, I was the one smirking. “My mom isn’t a mistress, and I’m not the daughter of a mistress.” she said firmly. I let out a mocking laugh. “Are you thinking well? My mom and dad have been married until now, my mom was the first one more than your flirtatious mother, so what do you think you are called huh? Think about it, My mom is the original, we are the original, We were the first ones daddy loved, So don’t act like you're the first one. No matter how you twist it, your mother is still the mistress. So know your place.” Her glare grew sharper, and I smiled even wider when I saw her fist clench. That's right—savor the truth that your mother is the mistress.

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

I stepped aside and shoved her away hard. Then I turned to the person who had been directing the entire mob—her mother. "You keep calling me an illegitimate child and my mom a mistress, but your entire 'proof' is a single childhood photo of me. "I'm actually curious—do you have a marriage certificate? Or did you ever have a proper wedding? "Or… is it that you already know who the real mistress is, and you just can't stand the sight of me, so you let everyone else insult me and my mother?"

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

"A mistress will always be a mistress. You're filthy—your whole existence is dirty. A marriage certificate doesn't change that." I took a deep breath, my expression hardening. "Do you have any evidence? Slandering someone without proof can have serious legal consequences." I reminded him firmly, hoping to rein in the madness swirling around me. The murmurs from the crowd began to grow, a wave of whispers spreading through the auditorium like wildfire. "That can't be true, right? Miss Cole is the vice-chairwoman of a famous company! She could have any man she wants," one student muttered in disbelief.

"Did I say something wrong? Your mom stole my dad and became a hated mistress. You took away my husband and became a mistress too!" "I said, shut up!" "So being a mistress is like an inherited disease, isn't it?" The more Cedric heard, the darker his face became.