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Daniel leaned against the doorframe, watching as Zander and Victoria laughed over their coffee, their shared jokes filling the air with a warmth Daniel had always envied. He waited, his presence subtle, until he knew he had their attention.

โ€œIโ€™ve got to say, itโ€™s good to see you two getting along,โ€ Daniel said, his tone light, almost casual, but there was a sharp edge to it that made Victoria glance up. She was still getting used to the way he could change his mood so quickly.

Zander smiled at him, but there was a hesitation. โ€œOf course. Why wouldnโ€™t we?โ€

Danielโ€™s lips curled in a knowing smile. โ€œWell, relationships can get complicated. Sometimes, you donโ€™t see the cracks until itโ€™s too late.โ€

Victoria frowned, catching the undercurrent in his words. โ€œWhat do you mean by that?โ€

Daniel stepped further into the room, his posture relaxed, but there was a deliberate air about him. โ€œI mean, sometimes people put on a good face for the world. Theyโ€™re happy, everything seems perfect, but deep
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  • The Mistressย ย ย Cracked

    โ€œVic, I need you to listen to me,โ€ Sophie said, her tone firm yet gentle as they sat in a quiet corner of the cafรฉ. โ€œYou canโ€™t keep putting everyone elseโ€™s happiness ahead of your own.โ€Victoria looked out the window, watching the bustling city streets, but her mind was miles away. โ€œI donโ€™t know if I can justโ€ฆ choose me, Sophie. Itโ€™s not that simple.โ€Sophie reached across the table, gently touching her hand. โ€œI get it, I do. But youโ€™re always looking out for everyone else, always trying to make sure theyโ€™re okay. What about you? What do you want?โ€Victoria let out a shaky breath, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. โ€œI want to feel like I have control, Sophie. But every time I make a decision, it feels like itโ€™s never really my own. Itโ€™s like Iโ€™m stuck between whatโ€™s expected of me and what I really want.โ€Sophie studied her for a moment, her gaze softening. โ€œIโ€™m not saying itโ€™s going to be easy, or that it wonโ€™t come with consequences. But at some point, you have to decide

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Desperate

    โ€œVictoria.โ€ Danielโ€™s voice was low, almost coaxing as he leaned against the doorframe of her apartment. He looked different todayโ€”more disheveled, eyes filled with a certain intensity she hadnโ€™t seen in him before.She didnโ€™t look up from where she was organizing her art supplies. โ€œWhat do you want, Daniel?โ€ she asked, her voice steady but tinged with annoyance.He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. โ€œIโ€™ve been thinking a lot about us,โ€ he began, walking slowly toward her. โ€œAbout what we hadโ€ฆ what we could have had. I know things got complicated, but it doesnโ€™t have to stay that way.โ€Victoria remained quiet, her hands still busy sorting through her paints. She wasnโ€™t sure if she wanted to engage in this conversation. โ€œYou always say that, but nothing ever changes, Daniel. You say one thing, then do another.โ€Danielโ€™s gaze softened. He took a step closer, his voice lowering even more. โ€œIโ€™m serious, Victoria. Iโ€™ve changed. Iโ€™ve been looking at things differently. I want

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Try

    Ethan sat at the kitchen table, his small fingers tracing the edge of his juice cup, his gaze flickering between Victoria and the empty chair across from her. The changes hadnโ€™t gone unnoticed by him. The silence that hung heavier in the air, the way Victoria would turn away when she thought he wasnโ€™t looking, her sadness that lingered in the corners of the room. He could see it all, even if he didnโ€™t fully understand it.โ€œMama,โ€ Ethan said softly, his voice breaking through the quiet. โ€œWhy do you cry sometimes?โ€Victoriaโ€™s heart jolted. She hadnโ€™t meant for him to see this, to feel the weight of her pain. Sheโ€™d hoped to protect him from it, shield him from the cracks that were forming around them. But Ethan was sharp, more aware than she realized.โ€œIโ€™mโ€ฆ Iโ€™m not crying, baby,โ€ she replied, though her voice wavered. She wiped at her eyes, but it didnโ€™t help.Ethanโ€™s brow furrowed as he leaned forward, his little hands resting on the table. โ€œYou are, Mama,โ€ he said simply, his voice sof

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Consequences

    Danielโ€™s office was quiet, save for the low hum of the phone in his hand and the occasional murmur of voices coming from the hallway. He was pacing back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of how to fix everything. It had been days since Victoria had walked away, and no matter how many times he called, she wouldnโ€™t pick up. The frustration was starting to gnaw at him.He dialed another number, his fingers trembling as he waited for the call to connect. As it rang, he glanced at the clock on his desk. Time was slipping through his fingers, and he knew he couldnโ€™t afford to waste any more of it. This deal with the investors was his last shot at pulling everything together. It was his chance to prove that he could still hold onto his empire, his family, and maybeโ€”just maybeโ€”get Victoria back.The phone clicked on the other end. โ€œDaniel, whatโ€™s up?โ€ came the voice of Michael, his old business partner.โ€œDad,โ€ Daniel greeted, his voice tight. โ€œI need your help. These investorsโ€”this dea

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Keep Going

    โ€œDo you think theyโ€™ll understand it?โ€ Victoria asked, staring at the canvas in front of her, her eyes focused but distant. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the studio lights and the occasional sound of her brush swishing across the surface.Sophie stood nearby, watching her work, her arms crossed. โ€œTheyโ€™ll get it. But itโ€™s more about what you feel when you look at it, right?โ€Victoria dipped her brush in a dark shade of blue, the color spreading across the canvas in slow, deliberate strokes. โ€œI guess.โ€ She paused, looking at the abstract shapes she had painted over the past few days. โ€œItโ€™s justโ€ฆ hard. Every time I step back, I feel like itโ€™s missing something. Like itโ€™s incomplete, just like me.โ€Sophie raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps closer. โ€œYouโ€™re talking about more than just the painting, arenโ€™t you?โ€Victoria set her brush down and wiped her hands on the rag. She didnโ€™t answer immediately. Instead, she picked up a small photo frame from the corner of the table,

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Unsure

    The gallery buzzed with the hum of quiet conversations, the clink of glasses, and the soft shuffle of footsteps on the polished floors. Victoria stood near the entrance, her hands nervously clasped in front of her. Her heart raced, but she didnโ€™t let it show.Sophie was by her side, smiling with quiet encouragement. โ€œItโ€™s happening, Vic. Youโ€™ve worked hard for this.โ€Victoria glanced over at the walls lined with her pieces, each one a reflection of a part of her journey, a part of herself. The colors and textures told stories that no words ever could.โ€œYou think theyโ€™ll understand?โ€ Victoria asked, her voice low.Sophie gave her a reassuring look. โ€œTheyโ€™ll see you. Theyโ€™ll see everything youโ€™ve poured into this.โ€A couple approached, offering polite smiles. Victoria forced a smile in return. โ€œThank you for coming,โ€ she said, her voice barely above a whisper.โ€œOf course,โ€ the woman replied. โ€œIโ€™ve heard so much about your work. Itโ€™s impressive, really. I see the emotions youโ€™ve captured

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Heavy

    Victoria stood near one of her larger pieces, her arms crossed as she observed the crowd around her. The gallery was buzzing with conversation, some admiring the work, others discussing it in more hushed tones. She could feel her heart rate pick up, the tension in her chest a constant reminder of the conflict she was trying to ignore.A couple walked by, stopping in front of a piece depicting a fragmented landscape, symbolic of her emotional journey. The womanโ€™s voice broke through the murmur of the crowd.โ€œThis one feelsโ€ฆ heavy,โ€ she said, glancing at the man beside her. โ€œLike somethingโ€™s missing. Like the pieces are scattered but canโ€™t quite fit together.โ€Victoria tensed, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as she tried to calm herself. She wanted to say something, to explain, but she stayed silent, watching them walk away, their words lingering in the air.Zander appeared at her side, leaning in slightly, his presence a small comfort. โ€œItโ€™s not easy, is it?โ€ he said s

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Chaos

    Daniel stormed into the gallery, his face a storm cloud of anger and desperation. The loud murmur of conversations faltered as eyes turned to him, but he didnโ€™t care. His gaze locked onto Victoria, who was standing by one of her pieces, her back straight, her eyes focused ahead.โ€œVictoria!โ€ His voice cracked through the air like a whip, drawing a sharp gasp from nearby guests. โ€œYou think thisโ€”this pathetic little exhibition is going to fix everything?โ€The room fell silent. Zander, who had been chatting with some of the guests, immediately stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Daniel. โ€œWhat the hell are you doing here?โ€Danielโ€™s eyes flickered to Zander but quickly returned to Victoria. โ€œYouโ€™re all pretending like thisโ€”like your little art showโ€”makes everything better. You think the lies, the betrayal, the mess Iโ€™ve been dragged into is just going to disappear because you put paint on a canvas?โ€ He took a step forward, his voice rising. โ€œYou think this is enough to erase

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  • The Mistressย ย ย Special Chapter: Wedding Night (R18)

    R-18The wedding was a blast. Every people that Victoria loved was there, it was far different from the wedding she had, 7 years ago. Victoria was now at the veranda of their house, the reception was held into their house garden where she personally took care of the flowers, looking below, with a glass of champagne on her right hand. She was now wearing her chiffon dress as her reception dress. A hand suddenly snaked around her wait, she doesnโ€™t have to look who was it. No one would dare to get their hand on her, the moment, Zander announced she was his wife. โ€œAre you tired?โ€ Zander muttered and drop a soft kissed near her ears. โ€œNah, just happy,โ€ She said while glancing at the party in front of her, โ€œAfter seven years of fake and failed marriage, I never thought that I could be this happy again, the last time that I remembered that I was genuinely happy was when Ethan was born,โ€ โ€œThe last time that I got so happy was when you told me you love me too,โ€ Victoria chuckled, and s

  • The Mistressย ย ย Epilogue (R-18)

    R-18The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the backyard, where the soft murmur of the evening breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Victoria sat on the back porch, her legs tucked beneath her, watching the tranquility unfold around her. The city hummed in the distance, but here, in this small pocket of serenity, everything felt perfect.Zander joined her quietly, settling beside her on the steps, a glass of wine in hand. He offered it to her with a soft smile, the warmth in his eyes more intimate than words.โ€œTo new beginnings,โ€ he said, his voice low, and the look he gave her seemed to say so much more.Victoria accepted the glass, feeling the coolness of the wine against her fingertips, the familiar strength of his presence beside her. โ€œTo new beginnings,โ€ she echoed, taking a sip, the rich taste spreading across her tongue. She glanced around at their friendsโ€”Ethan and Sophie, laughing by the grill, teasing each other about their cooking skills. Th

  • The Mistressย ย ย Future Plans

    The evening had settled in, a peaceful quiet enveloping the apartment, broken only by the soft clink of glasses and the faint hum of city life in the distance. Victoria sat on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, her eyes focused on the canvas before her.The room was filled with the aroma of fresh paint, an ever-present reminder of the work she poured her soul into. Zander, sitting across from her, leaned back in the chair, his eyes fixed on her with a quiet admiration.โ€œYou know,โ€ Zander said, breaking the comfortable silence, โ€œsometimes I canโ€™t help but wonder what our life will look like in a few years.โ€Victoriaโ€™s fingers paused on the brush, her eyes lifting to meet his. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€Zander smiled, his gaze steady. โ€œI mean, weโ€™ve come so far already, and I keep thinking about where weโ€™re going. I want to know your dreams. Not just about today or tomorrow, but about the future. What do you see for us?โ€Victoria sat back, her mind racing. She had never fully allowed herself

  • The Mistressย ย ย Wedding Day

    The morning of the wedding arrived with a warm, golden hue filling the sky. It was a perfect day, as though the world had conspired to give them this one, flawless moment. Victoria stood in front of the mirror, taking in the reflection of the woman she had become.The dress she wore, a simple yet elegant design of lace and satin, glimmered with the soft light that streamed in from the window. Her makeup was light, and her hair was softly curled, framing her face in delicate waves. She felt beautiful, not just in appearance, but in every way that truly mattered.โ€œMommy!โ€ Ethanโ€™s voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her away from the mirror. She turned around to see him standing at the door, eyes wide with excitement, wearing his little suit. He looked so much like Zander that it made her heart ache with love.โ€œHey, my handsome boy,โ€ Victoria said, crouching down to his level. She brushed her fingers through his hair, feeling a lump rise in her throat.โ€œIโ€™m ready, Mommy,โ€ Ethan sai

  • The Mistressย ย ย Wed Prep

    Victoria sat at the dining table, her phone in hand, scrolling through endless wedding inspiration posts. Zander walked in from the living room, a cup of coffee in hand, and sat down across from her.โ€œYouโ€™re deep into wedding mode, huh?โ€ Zander chuckled, watching as Victoria flipped through photos.Victoria sighed, running her fingers through her hair. โ€œI just want everything to feel right, you know? Nothing too extravagant, but still special. It has to be perfect for us.โ€Zander leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening as he watched her. โ€œWeโ€™ll make it perfect. You donโ€™t have to stress. Itโ€™s about usโ€”our familyโ€”and the people who love us.โ€Victoria smiled, grateful for his calm demeanor. โ€œI know, I know. Itโ€™s just hard to narrow down choices when everything is soโ€ฆ big. I donโ€™t want to overwhelm Ethan or make him feel like itโ€™s all too much.โ€Zander reached over and gently placed his hand over hers. โ€œItโ€™ll be easy, love. Whatever we do, itโ€™ll be just right because itโ€™s ours. Ethan

  • The Mistressย ย ย Divorced

    The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the balcony where Victoria and Sophie sat side by side, a quiet evening breeze brushing through their hair. The past few years had been a whirlwind of change, growth, and, sometimes, heartbreakโ€”but in this moment, the two women found solace in each otherโ€™s company, reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this point.Sophie took a deep breath, staring out at the city lights below. โ€œItโ€™s crazy, isnโ€™t it? How much has changed in such a short time.โ€Victoria nodded, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. โ€œI never thought weโ€™d end up here, Sophie. I donโ€™t know where I thought Iโ€™d be, but it wasnโ€™t this.โ€โ€œYeah,โ€ Sophie said with a laugh, her voice tinged with nostalgia. โ€œI remember when you first told me about Ethanโ€™s father, and all that drama with Zander. I thought, โ€˜How is she going to get through all of this?โ€™โ€Victoria chuckled, the memory of those chaotic days bringing a bittersweet smile to

  • The Mistressย ย ย New Family

    Ethan sat at the kitchen table, his small hands gripping a crayon as he carefully drew shapes on the piece of paper in front of him. His tongue stuck out in concentration as he shaded in a house, a tree, and a bright sun in the corner. Victoria watched him from the counter, a warm smile tugging at her lips.Zander, who had just finished making breakfast, placed a plate of pancakes in front of her before sitting down next to Ethan. He ruffled Ethanโ€™s hair, his touch gentle. โ€œHowโ€™s the masterpiece coming along, buddy?โ€Ethan beamed up at him, his eyes sparkling with pride. โ€œItโ€™s almost done! Iโ€™m going to make it perfect, just like you said.โ€Victoria couldnโ€™t help but chuckle at his determination. It had been like this for weeks nowโ€”Ethan was always eager to learn, to create, to take on new challenges. Ever since they moved into the house, he had become more energetic, more confident. He was flourishing, thriving in this environment that was filled with love, safety, and encouragement.

  • The Mistressย ย ย New Home

    Victoria stepped through the front door, feeling the cool air conditioning hit her face as she walked into the living room. The house was spaciousโ€”modern, but cozy, with light wooden floors that gleamed under the soft lighting. A large sectional sofa rested in the center of the room, complemented by a sleek coffee table. The walls were a soft, neutral beige, with just the right amount of warmth from the sunlight pouring through the windows.โ€œDo you like it?โ€ Zander asked, standing beside her with a hopeful look on his face. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.Victoria smiled, walking further into the room. โ€œI love it,โ€ she said, taking in the high ceilings, the contemporary decor, and the natural light. โ€œItโ€™s perfect. It feelsโ€ฆ like home.โ€Zander grinned, his arms crossing as he took a step closer. โ€œYeah? I was a little nervous, honestly. I wanted it to feel right for you too.โ€โ€œIt feels right,โ€ she repeated, her voice soft. She

  • The Mistressย ย ย Mom and Daughter

    The soft afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. Victoria sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her as she gazed out the window, lost in thought.She had spent so much of her life trying to figure out who she was and where she belonged. She had spent years resenting her mother, Rita, for things that had happened in their past, but now, she found herself in a place where understanding, though still delicate, was beginning to bloom.The doorbell rang, pulling Victoria from her thoughts. She straightened up, wiping the faintest trace of tears from her eyes. It had been a quiet day, one where memories had bubbled up, and the weight of everything that had transpired felt heavier than usual. But there was something in her that told her this day would be different.She opened the door to find Rita standing there, a gentle smile on her face. There was no anger or resentment, just a tentative peace in her expression that made Victoria pause.โ€œMa

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