All Chapters of A Mistress For Aiden Creek : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Artemis’ PovFirst, Aiden didn’t see me when he stepped into the bathroom thinking he had the privacy he probably wanted from the prying eyes of his friend in the open chamber, and probably mine, but he didn’t know he walked in on me.I was done cleaning the restroom when he entered, and I didn’t bother to disturb him, not until I heard him chant the name Hera twice in the phone with tensed voice, and now, his friend asked if I’m Hera.Who the heck is this Hera of a person that got almighty Aiden so pissed he couldn’t even check well before snarling at the name.“Hera?” I raised my brows, “I am—”“Artemis,” Aiden didn’t let me finish, “my wife to be.”The fella blinked twice. He seemed to realize he’d said the wrong thing at the wrong time, and he should have knocked before badging into someone else’s toilet.“And why are you donning such apparel?” the fella pointed out.Aiden called him Rusev earlier, so, I thought I should call him the same and ask him to let me be. I can’t stand ge

Aiden’s Pov“You nearly put me in shit, man,” I pushed Rusev’s chest and pinned him to the wall with my left hand. On a good day, I’ll punch shit off his face, but he’s a longtime no see friend, so, I didn’t dare.“Come on,” he gently shrugged off my hand. He probably knew what I meant, “I didn’t know it was not Hera—”He paused suddenly and watched me spare him a breathing space and free my face a little to catch up with the morning’s warmth.He exhaled and adjusted his shirt. “I thought she was Hera because she looked like Hera, and—maybe I just didn’t understand you when you said you don’t have no more shit with Hera.”“You saw her in the field with us and walked to the chamber with us, only to call her Hera—” I clenched my fists to punch his lying mouth, but I still held back. He raised his hands like he knew I could throw a punch at his face if he kept on tossing his lies to my face. I freed my clenched fist and gestured to the big balcony next door.He nodded and followed me in

Artemis PovWe filed through the door which was held open by two guards dressed in the eighteenth-century regalia. The wigs caught me the most. They looked exactly like the stuff I see in movies and museums from mostly the Elizabethan era.A lady emerged from a door sewn to the wall of the passage that stretched to the door ahead of us. she stood in our way and bowed her head to us. Aiden’s father was in the forefront, followed by Aiden and I.I noticed something in the lady’s dressing. It was an eighteenth-century fashion. Maybe Aiden has arranged a ball, like that in Lady Whistletown’s piece, the Bridgerton series.“No offence, sire,” she sounded refined, like the most brilliant figure picked from the past and brought to the present to block our way and tell us whatever she has in stock for us.“What do you wish for, woman?” Aiden’s father mimicked her tone. Everyone except me laughed. I was merely curious to figure out what luxury they have in stock for us this time.She smiled and

Artemis PovDancing with Aiden was therapeutic, especially with the eighteenth-century gown that was tied really hard to give me a perfect shape. I could have lost my breath when they bestowed the gown on me in the room, but with time, my body adjusted to it. Women of the eighteenth century really endured serious discomfort—their nobles like I read in books—not the peasants who were said to dress in lags that need not to be tied so hard in the abdomen to put out the shape of femininity and beauty.But the music finished not long after we started the dance, like they knew I have had nothing and should at least refuel before the big game.Aiden led me to the seats obviously reserved for us, and yes, three servants helped us grab some comfort and served us what we could bite while the next music notes were flipped by the instrumentalist and their conductor whom I could see now we were seated.The second note started almost a minute after we sat. I had no idea what would happen next unti

Artemis PovThe days leading up to the confrontation with Ava were filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Noah could feel the tension in the air, and every instinct told him that they were on the brink of something monumental. He spent sleepless nights strategizing and preparing, and he knew that the moment had finally come to face Ava once and for all.As the sun began to rise on the day of the confrontation, Noah stood at the edge of the woods, taking a deep breath to steady himself. The cool morning air filled his lungs as he reflected on everything that had led them to this moment. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Carla beside him, her expression resolute."Are you ready?" she asked, her voice steady."I have to be," Noah replied, determination flooding through him. "We can’t let her manipulate us any longer."Carla stepped closer, her eyes searching his. "No matter what happens today, remember that we’re in this together."He nodded, feeling a surge of wa