Wife Vs Mistress Novels & Stories

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.

I’m his wife, after all. “When I agreed to marry you two years ago, there was someone else. She told me she was willing to stay as my mistress. She’d rather be my secret than let me go, even if it hurt her,” he began, his voice low and heavy. “We were together for years, and no one knew. She never wanted our relationship to be public. And I’m not talking about Selene, Claire. This was someone else. I really loved her. But I couldn’t stop myself from giving in to temptation. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t say no to other women—even when I loved someone.” He swallowed hard. “Then Selene Arnaiz came into the picture.”

The worst part of everything was that they were morally and legally right to do that, to love each other, to kiss each other in every corner of the room and attend places—hands linked together. While with her, it was an abomination, something of utter recklessness and immorality. She was the one pushed to the position of the mistress—she could be nothing but that. Derek Jules, the man she dated and had spent way too long with, and the woman who had taken him away from her, Kaitlyn Moore. Through some messed up circumstances, they all lived in the same house. The wife, husband and his mistress. But there should be no hard feelings right? It was supposed to be an act.

She looked down at her warm coffee cup, rubbed the edge of the rim, and then looked back up at me. “I was so angry at you for a very long time,” she said honestly, her voice low. “I genuinely thought you were his secret mistress.” She chuckled like she was making fun of herself. “I thought you were the reason my marriage fell apart into pieces. It took me months of pain to finally see you as a real person instead of just the main cause of my sadness.” She paused for a second. “But you are not the person who lied straight to my face. Flynn did that all on his own. You were just… there. You were just trying to survive the storm yourself. Exactly like I was trying to do.”

"No way! Does she really think she's Mrs. Pearce?" "After discovering Mr. Pearce and Queen Myra were married, she thinks she's the mistress. Seriously? What world are we living in?" "This woman is truly living in her own delusional world." My direct messages inbox was already filled with 99+ hate messages and climbing. "Rachel, have you gone mad, or have I?" Nancy snapped. "That's a financial giant you just slapped in public. Do you really think you're his woman? Even Myra wouldn't dare do that!"

“You will live with me as my wife, attend events, and maintain appearances. After that, the contract ends, and you walk away with the money.” Simple. Too simple. “And what’s the catch?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “No emotional attachment,” he said immediately. “No interference in my personal affairs. You follow my instructions in public, and you do not create unnecessary complications.” Elena raised a brow. “You sound like you’re hiring an employee, not marrying someone.” “In this situation, there’s very little difference.” She let out a quiet breath, shaking her head. “And what about the obvious part?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “What happens when people expect this marriage

Maya didn't want to believe what she was seeing right now was true. But everything was so real. Her husband, who had always been good to her, was doing something he shouldn't do with another woman. Something that was only hers, which should only be for her, Adam was now doing it with another woman. They seemed so absorbed that they didn't care about their surroundings, not realizing the presence of others who witnessed such a painful act for Maya. "Adam... I love you!" the woman who was on top of Adam exclaimed as she arched her back.

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

The women in the audience shrieked excitedly. Suddenly, Derrick pushed his way forward, trying to get past the people blocking his path. Still holding my hand, Albert led me back to the VIP section. "Let her go, she's my wife!" Derrick's loud shout stunned me. His voice drew everyone's attention. Albert turned to me, raising his eyebrows. I shook my head and shrugged. "Who is he?" Albert asked an employee standing nearby. "He's one of our managers, sir." Albert glared at Derrick. "How dare you! How dare you claim that Ms. Johnson is your wife?" Albert's voice thundered.

From Hester's point of view. When I heard her question, I was silent for a few seconds. In fact, I couldn't believe Bennett would compare me being his mistress to being Walter's wife and luna. The reality was that a luna was not only the alpha's wife, but she had all the benefits a woman should have: a man to love her and for everyone to recognize her as his woman. However, a mistress was just a slut who slept with a man with a wife, while he gave a title to another and kept her hidden from the public.