Wife And Mistress の小説・ストーリー

"Your Majesty... Are you asking me to be your Mistress?" His searing hand smoothly moved up on her arm as he busily hummed. "Yes, my cherished Mistress." He said so casually that she doubted her ears. Did he want to make her a mistress? Was it to make Lady Sayon, his beloved Mistress, his Queen? Unofficial Lady was another name for the Mistress of the King. A mistress can't ever have a title once she is positioned and registered. She lives her life with the King and for the King. Most of them even share the same room as the King like slaves!

The look on his face when he heard his mom had address me, there was disgust on his face one that would make someone cringe. "I don't remember sleeping with any other woman except from my wife, so it's either you pay her off like she wants....." He sized me from my feet up until my head and mumbled much to my hearing, "People like her will do anything for money" he closed his eyes and groaned like he couldn't wait to leave my presence.

"Ms. Ricci, your marriage to Mr. Cossini has now been legally dissolved." I checked my flight details to confirm the time of departure. This was goodbye forever, Marco.

And was I the first man whose wife denied sex and he had to resort to his mistress? " You are here to forget her," she replied bitterly, ignoring the hurtful words I had uttered. With a note of finality, she added. " I'm sorry, I can no longer do this. Like you said, I'm nothing but your whore. Good enough to fuck but not good enough to wife? Go back home to your darling wife, you son of a bitch!" A low, menacing chuckle rumbled in my throat. This was quite comical. " Hold on a minute, you thought I would wife a whore like you? Why would you be so delusional?"

Nerissa spat angrily, but Isabella shook her head. "But you also know the truth, Nerissa. Mateo and I, we never signed any divorce papers. You're living a lie." Nerissa sneered. "Oh, please. You disappeared, Isabella. In the eyes of the world, you were as good as dead. Mateo moved on. We're married now. That makes you the mistress, trying to worm her way back into his life!" Nerissa said heatedly, she's breathing hard, her cheeks and ears slightly reddened. Isabella feels like there's a huge knife that stabs her chest with every word she says.

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

No one wants to be friends with her because she is always so haughty and self-centered, but despite this, I have supported her in all of her decisions, including when she started a modeling career. However, what she did to me in return for all of my good deeds for her is unacceptable in the eyes of my self-respect. Samuel is my husband; therefore, I must tolerate his shenanigans for the sake of my mother, but I will not tolerate her tantrums. The truth is that she is now only my husband's mistress. I'm just his contracted wife, and I have nothing to do with him, but when he tied the knot with me, she was no longer his girlfriend; she became his mistress.

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

Another said. “A mistress will always be a mistress.” Aria’s breath started fading as Andrea kept hitting her on the stomach with his shoes. “I stayed… for this?” Aria muttered. Lily kept smiling, her mind was at ease, she felt so happy. Andrea paused for a while and picked up the mic. “Let me make something clear…” he started. There was silence. “This woman… has never been my wife.” He paused, and then continued. “She was nothing but a mistake. A mistress I was forced to tolerate.”

I let him play the video and I could see that Daya was getting angrier by the minute. Apparently, Daniel saw it too when he chuckled, “Brother, you might want to put that down before your mistress gets mad at you.” Daya finally spoke, “Stop calling me the mistress.” I laughed, “But you are his mistress. I was faithful to Victor during our entire marriage. You are just the latest mistress of the many he has engaged with. You are also the mistress he chose to divorce me for.