All Chapters of I'm (not) Your Mistress: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Liam came into his apartment and slammed the door loudly. Yura who was waiting for him on the sofa gasped in surprise then looked back.   "She didn't come back with you?"   Liam put on an irritated face, "what do you think?!"   Yura showed a worried and sad expression. Yet in her heart, the woman cheered with joy. Her inner goddess was even dancing with pom-poms in both hands.   "You go home, I just want to be alone," Liam said absolutely.   Yura knew he was in a very bad mood because of what happened earlier. Feeling that she had won from Naomi, Yura got up and walked towards Liam then hugged the man from behind.   "Let me comfort you, I know you're in a very bad mood."   Yura's hand that was hugging him moved slowly to rub his stomach and chest.   But Liam brushed it off violently, then freed himself from her embrac

To celebrate the club's anniversary, Mr. Park had a 'little party' at his house by inviting all the athletes, and the club sponsors. Not only that, many colleagues from the business community and officials also attended tonight's party.   Naomi looked around, at the crowd of people who were divided into several groups seemed to be talking to each other I don't know what they were discussing. Because Mr. Park said it was a 'party' everyone wore formal dresses and shirts.   Especially the women, most of them looked glamorous. In contrast to Naomi who chose a satin dress with a simpler design without the many accessories she wore. But it's precise because of her simple appearance that it drew attention.   Why not? She wore a black backless gown that was up to ankle-length, in stark contrast to her white skin. Her hair was neatly rolled up, her smooth white back is perfectly exposed. She didn't wear a lot of jewelry or acces

"Hey, baby ...."   Liam's hand reached out to touch her, but Naomi quickly brushed it off. "Stop. Please don't be like this."   He's hurt seeing her look so fragile, but he couldn't give her a comforting hug.   She said, "don't do anything else again, or I'll have a harder time forgetting you."   Naomi stepped back slowly, then turned around with teary eyes. Liam rubbed his face in frustration. This was all suffocating him, and he was so sorry for his stupidity in playing with fire with Yura!   Meanwhile, from a short distance away, someone watched their fight with a small smile on his face. The man inhaled a cigarette deeply, then exhaled until white smoke billowed from his mouth.   Yo Han chuckled softly, "I didn't expect it, Miss Lee ... you seem to be the ex-girlfriend of Hwang Jae Pyo's favorite son." Then he dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepp

Enrico stepped lightly over to where Liam and Naomi had just fought. Both Liam and Naomi had left. He picked up his suit that was sitting on the grass with a small grin adorning his handsome face.   "Liam Hwang ...." He muttered under his breath. "You're a stupid man."   He walked with the suit he had picked up without wearing it and went back into the party. Actually, he was lazy to attend a small, insignificant party like this if Naomi wasn't there.   During the event, Enrico does not wear the suit and just hangs it on his arm. Normally he would throw it away as soon as someone else touched the thing he was wearing, but this time his ego wanted Liam to see and know his ownership of the suit Naomi was wearing tonight.   The man deliberately approached Mr. Park is chatting with Liam and Hwang Jae Pyo, Liam's father.   "Mr. Park, congratulations on the anniversary of your club. I

Naomi took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, she looked at the key in her hand doubtfully, but in the end, she still, put the key in the safe hole.   Currently, she is at the bank to retrieve the file that his mother kept in this place. She opened the safe cell, then took out a stack of papers stored in there with a frown on her forehead in confusion.   Naomi turned page after page of the papers with trembling hands, tears slowly dripping down the paper as she stopped at the page that contained the agreement and the initial share distribution when her father's company was founded.   Naomi's body swayed, suddenly felt weak when there was her mother's name as the initial owner of 80% of the company's initial shares currently managed by her father, as well as the house deed in her mother's name. She leaned against the row of safe cells that lined up while holding her chest which was throbbing in pain as the memory f