Wife And Mistress Novels & Stories

She vented her dissatisfaction, "Mr. Morrison, you're someone who knows to enjoy the bliss of a harmonious harem. You married such an outstanding wife like Mila and still aren't satisfied. You still want a home-loving mistress. "Which woman can tolerate having a mistress openly spending time with her husband every day, freely entering her home, organizing her husband's room and personal belongings, and arrogantly criticizing her for not being homely enough? "Which woman can bear being told by the other woman that she doesn't know how to cook, doesn't do household chores, doesn't know how to take care of people, and is deemed not good enough for her husband? "Which woman can tolerate not bein

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.

“I hope that the wife didn’t try to fight you,” “She did, but the guy kept blocking her,” Anna says. Chef Anna cocks her head. “So he must have genuinely liked you then and there must have been something very wrong in the marriage,” Chef Anna tells her. Anna gives her a look. “Think about it. When men are caught with their mistresses by the wife, they never protect the mistresses from the wife’s wrath because even though they’re cheating they don’t want to lose the wife. But if a man is protecting the mistress that could be a sign that you were held in higher esteem than the wife at that moment…”

I was certain I wasn't the mistress here. How could she possibly have received a request to break up my marriage? "Wait, this has to be a mistake. Harold and I have been married for three years. How could I possibly be the mistress?" I asked. Bethany's expression shifted, becoming more businesslike. "Jessica Whalen, you may be Harold Sullivan's lawful wife, but it's clear he's already having an affair. Why not just let go?" she said. I stared at her in disbelief. "So, you're telling me you took the mistress' commission to get rid of me, his actual wife?"

"Please, don't act dumb. You were his mistress, the whore that warmed his bed while I was at home, caring for his house. His official wife, acknowledged by his grandmother. That was me. But you? What were you?" Her words were cold, sharp, hitting where it hurt most and Isabella felt expression crumble. "A whore who could never fill the space of a wife, not even as a mistress. William married me, yet kept you around, dangling you by a string for three whole years. Do you know what that means, Isabella dear?" Her lips curved into a smile. A mocking, taunting smile.

While she was pleasuring him she looks at her master and says" master I am very happy that you took me as your servant and kept me under your wings. But master there are many bad rumours about me and they look down on me. So master I wanted to ask you something" The prime minister nods his head without caring for her while he was enjoying the way she was pleasuring her. The mistress smiles and said, " master can you take me as a wife so that I don't have to be embarrassed in front of anyone. And no one can look down on me". Prime minister Si nods his head. As he can raise many wives and he didn't have to fight with his wives to come to his mistress. After that, they went wild and had sex wit

When I looked back at the two women, their expressions were full of animosity and I could hear their silent hate as if I was a dirty woman. The woman's eyes moved slowly from my head to my feet before she snickered in a grating manner. "Isn't it funny that you call yourself the wife, yet you can't even get your husband to answer your call? It appears that Mister Carter has gone to great lengths to keep you away, even going so far as to block your number. Who do you think you're trying to trick here?" "Exactly!" another woman agreed. "The times have really changed; now it's the mistress who has the boldness to go after what she wants. Furthermore, they have the audacity to pass themselves off

If he could make me forget the father of my child, I could make him doubt the fidelity of his mistress. I spent the afternoon playing the role of the “reformed” wife. I didn’t hide in my room. I moved through the house with a quiet, submissive purpose, always lingering just long enough to drop a drop of venom. I made sure to leave a tab open on his private tablet—an article about “paternity fraud among corporate socialites”—and then quickly closed it with a flustered apology when he walked in. “I’m sorry, Daniel,” I said, my eyes wide and shimmering with fake tears. “I’m just… I’m so worried about the family legacy. I want everything to be perfect for the gala. I don’t want anyone to laugh a

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.