All Chapters of A Mistress For Aiden Creek : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Artemis' POV The jet touched down with a soft jolt, and I exhaled slowly, staring out the window at the familiar skyline. We were home. A part of me was relieved—the week in Paris had been nothing short of magical, but there was something about returning to familiar ground that made me feel grounded again. Aidan’s hand found mine as we prepared to disembark. “Back to reality,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles against my skin. I smiled, squeezing his hand. “Yeah. But I’m kind of ready for it.” Aidan gave me a look—half amused, half skeptical. “You say that now. Give it a day, and you’ll be begging to go back.” He wasn’t entirely wrong. Paris had been like a dream, filled with quiet mornings wrapped in his arms, stolen kisses by the Seine, and nights where it felt like the world outside didn’t exist. But as much as I had enjoyed it, I knew we couldn’t stay in that bubble forever. There were things waiting for us here. Responsibilities. And, if I was being honest, a gnawin

Artemis’ POV I was never the kind of woman to listen to gossip. The media loved to spin stories, to twist reality into something unrecognizable. I had spent enough of my life under scrutiny to know better than to believe every headline. But this felt different. It started small—too small for me to notice at first. A strange shift in the air, the way the household staff exchanged glances when they thought I wasn’t looking. The way Daymon hesitated before speaking, as if carefully choosing his words. Then came the murmurs. At first, they were background noise, easy to ignore. But the more I tried to push them aside, the louder they became. "She has no idea." "How long until she finds out?" "Poor girl. She really thought he’d changed." I brushed it off—until I couldn’t. The breaking point came when I walked into the study and saw a magazine casually tossed on the table. It wasn’t mine. Someone must have left it there. I wasn’t going to pick it up, wasn’t going to entertain whate

Artemis's Pov The air felt heavier inside the estate, suffocating me with the weight of betrayal. I needed space. I needed to breathe. Most of all, I needed to be somewhere Aiden wasn’t. After slamming the door in his face, I stood there, heart pounding, staring at the wooden surface as if expecting it to shatter under the force of my emotions. My fingers trembled as I curled them into fists. I hated feeling like this—weak, vulnerable, and worst of all, like a fool. I thought I knew Aidan. I thought what we had was different. I considered him an angel, my man. But now, every whispered rumor, every suspicious glance from the staff, and every news article seemed to scream the same thing “You were wrong.” I wasn’t going to sit around waiting for him to prove his innocence. If he truly cared, he would have never let it get to this point. Hw would've never tortured me like this. Without another thought, I packed a small bag, throwing in essentials—my phone, a few clothes, and the bare

Tensions Rise Daymon’s POV Artemis sat curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared out the window. The city lights outside flickered against the glass, but her expression remained unreadable. She was here, safe in his penthouse, yet she felt miles away. Daymon knew she was hurting. He had known Artemis long enough to recognize when she was forcing herself to be strong, even when she was breaking inside. Aiden had done this to her. Aiden. Just thinking about him made Daymon’s jaw clench. He hated seeing Artemis like this—heartbroken, doubting herself, questioning the love she had given so freely. And for what? Aiden’s recklessness? His inability to protect what he had? I know maybe I'm being harsh right now. Daymon sighed and walked toward her, setting a cup of tea on the small table beside her. “You should drink something. You haven’t eaten all day.” She glanced at the cup but didn’t reach for it. “I’m fine.” “That’s a lie,” he said gently. Her lips

Aiden’s POV I had always known betrayal. I had seen it in business deals, among rivals, even within my own bloodline. But I had never expected to feel it from her. She believed it. She believed the lies, the forged pictures, the whispers in the dark that Kane had carefully planned. And the worst part was that she had walked away. I need her to be stronger than this. If we were going to do this we need to prepared for what's coming. I can't expect her to up and leave whenever things weren't going out way. I had spent the past few days trying to push the anger down, trying to remind myself that Artemis had come back, that she had admitted she was wrong. But every time I looked at her, every time I remembered the way she had doubted me so easily, it cut me open all over again. I wanted to forgive her. I wanted to move forward. But trust wasn’t something that could be rebuilt overnight. And that’s why I was going to make sure Kane never had the chance to manipulate her—or anyone else