All Chapters of Playboy's Mistress: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AUTHOR'S POV "Stop it, Seren," a woman in her early 50s shouted upon seeing Serenity throwing all of the things on the floor while crying hard. Some workers of the house were trying to hold her, but they couldn't control her. The woman trying to calm her down was her mom, Roma Morgan, a well-known businesswoman from New York. "Walker, hold her from behind," Roma said with a tone that clearly showed her fear for her daughter. Her uneasiness was evident. "He can't do this to me, mom," Serenity said amidst her cries as she threw one of the most expensive glass vases on the floor, creating a sharp sound and causing it to shatter into multiple pieces. Eventually, all the workers managed to restrain her. "Seren, Seren, stop this, my dear," her mom said, fighting back her own tears in order to console her daughter. "Leave me, leave me... I will destroy everything," she said, attempting once again to break free, but the workers held her even tighter. "Seren, stop it!!" her mom shouted wh

AUTHOR'S POV Angry, red eyes stared deeply into Serenity's soul as she gasped for air, her puffy eyes fixed on Ivan. He held a gun to her forehead, just one pull away from ending her life. Ivan's earlier words echoed in her head. "How dare you hurt my woman?" That same sentence burned inside her. He referred to a random girl they encountered on the roadside as his wife, dismissing her as a gold digger. "Did you think that after hurting my woman, I would let you sleep peacefully?" He asked, his anger evident, refusing to break eye contact. If Ivan possessed the power to burn someone with his gaze, Serenity feared he would have incinerated her on the spot. "Ivan," she mumbled. Only she knew how desperately she longed to embrace him and scream out her love for him, to let him know how deeply she cared. One held the flame of anger in his eyes, while the other held the flame of love in hers. "I warned you not to enter my house in my absence, so how dare you enter and hurt my wife?" He

Ember's POV:As I gaze out through the floor-to-ceiling mirror wall, I watch birds soaring in the sky. Meanwhile, here I am, trapped in this luxurious penthouse. I don't know when I'll regain my freedom. Will it be when he grows bored of me? But I don't even know when that will happen. I never imagined that my situation would turn out like this when I came to New York. I had envisioned fulfilling all my dreams upon arriving here, but instead, look at my fate. Now I'm beginning to think that coming to New York was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I wish I had never come here.I have lost all contact with my father. Ivan broke my phone that night when he kidnapped me, and on that same day, I had spoken to Papa. Now I'm at a loss for how to reach out to him. He must be worried about me and waiting for my call. I don't even have any friends who can help me in this terrible situation. Serenity used to be my friend, but that girl... Oh, I don't want to talk about her. I never imagine

EMBER'S POV"Can you see this huge building, Papa? One day, I will be the owner of this very building. You'll see, Papa. There will be a long black car waiting for me, driven by my driver who will also be my bodyguard. He will take me to my empire, where everyone will greet me by saying, 'Look, our intelligent miss, Ember William, is here.'""Oh, Ember, stop daydreaming and focus on the fishes. You're missing out on a lot.""Oh, Papa, the desire to fulfill dreams starts with our imagination. I'm not daydreaming; I'm imagining. A great person once said, 'The more powerful your imagination, the more powerful your future.' So whatever you want to do, first create an image in your mind and dedicate yourself to it.""Is that so? Well, I don't see a hardworking Ember; all I see is an Ember who daydreams about her future but never dares to work hard.""Oh, Papa, I am working hard, and I bet that next month I will secure a seat in one of the most prestigious colleges in the USA.""Ma'am, we h

Ember's POV"How is the dress?" he asked, showing me a full-sleeved frock that would reach my knees. The frock is light brown. Here I am standing in front of him in a bathrobe, and he is standing half-naked, only in ankle-length pants, showing his abs."It's good," I murmured."It's amazing. It will brighten your skin, and red lipstick will make you even more beautiful," he said, placing the frock behind him on the table. I saw him approaching me, and I held the knot of my bathrobe more tightly."Come here," he said and dragged me to the dressing table. Making me sit on the table, he sat in front of me on the dressing table. He took the makeup kit and looked at me."Do you know how to do makeup?" he asked, and I shook my head negatively."You've never done it before?" he asked in disbelief."I have done it, but they were light makeups. Here, there's a lot, and I don't know many of the things that are present here," I replied."Oh, wait," he mumbled and took out his phone. I saw him st