All Chapters of A Mistress For Aiden Creek : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Artemis’ POV There was something different about tonight. A stillness, a peace that I hadn't felt in so long. For months, it had been tension and uncertainty, distance and hurt. But tonight, there was none of that. Tonight, it was just Aiden and me. And for once, we weren’t walking on eggshells around each other and I must admit for the first time, it really felt nice. At least we both get to be ourselves unapologetically. It started with a simple idea—a night in. No events, no business calls, no outside world interfering, Just us. At first, it felt strange, almost too good to be true, was waiting for the it was all a prank or I am so sorry something came up as usual, it just never happened, it was just us. But as the night unfolded, I let myself believe in it. In him. In us and in what the night has in stock for us. We settled on the couch, a soft throw blanket draped over my legs as Aiden lazily flipped through the channels. The glow from the TV screen flickered across his face, h

Artemis’ POV I should have known Aiden had something planned when he told me to be ready by eight on the dot and refused to give any details. He can be so stubborn at times. But I hadn’t expected this. The rooftop was transformed into something out of a dream. Fairy lights draped above us, casting a golden glow over the intimate dinner setup. The cool night air carried the faint scent of roses, and the distant hum of the city below only made this moment feel more secluded, more special. Aiden stood beside me, his presence warm, grounding. His hand rested lightly on my lower back, guiding me toward the table. I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Aiden… did you do all of this?” Impressed was an understatement, he really outdid himself I loved it. He smirked, the kind that made my stomach flip. “Who else?” My chest tightened. He wasn’t usually the type for grand romantic gestures—not like this. He showed love through quiet actions, through fierce protection. But tonig

Artemis’ POV I could still hear the murmur of the event behind me—the soft clinking of champagne glasses, the distant hum of conversation, the occasional bursts of laughter. The air smelled of expensive perfume and polished elegance, but none of it mattered anymore. Because the only thing I could think about was him. And her. Aiden. Standing there with that woman draped over him, whispering something in his ear like they had a shared secret. The way her fingers trailed along his chest, the way he didn’t push her off fast enough. I had promised myself I wouldn’t doubt him again. And yet, here I was, my heart pounding so violently in my chest that I thought I might break apart. The opulent ballroom felt suffocating, the walls closing in. My dress—one I had picked carefully for tonight, for him—suddenly felt too tight, too restricting. I needed air. I turned sharply and pushed past the crowd, my heels clicking against the marble floor. My vision blurred, my throat tightening as

Artemis’ POV Spending time with Kane had become inevitable. He was always there—waiting, watching, offering comfort when I didn’t ask for it. And maybe I needed it. Maybe I needed someone to remind me that I wasn’t a fool for feeling this way. But no matter how much I tried to lean into the safety he provided, something in me refused to let go of the truth. I still loved Aiden . I wanted to believe Aiden. I promised to trust him, to stop letting doubt control me. But the image of that woman draped over him was burned into my mind, and no matter how much I told myself there had to be an explanation, the ache in my chest wouldn’t fade, I try my possible best to wave it aside but it finds it's way back in , worse than how it felt before. Was I a fool for always giving him the benefit of the doubt? Had I been blind to the truth this entire time? The betrayal still burned, but the idea of replacing him with Kane felt... wrong. And it wasn’t just because my heart wasn’t ready—it was bec

Artemis' POVI barely made it past the main hall when a hand gripped my wrist, firm and unyielding. Before I could protest, I was pulled into a dimly lit corridor, the deafening sounds of music and laughter fading behind thick walls. My breath hitched as I was backed against the cool marble, my body locked between it and an all-too-familiar presence.Aiden.His eyes burned with a dangerous mix of frustration and something else—something raw and unfiltered. His chest rose and fell sharply, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.“What the hell was that?” His voice was low, rough, barely restrained.I scoffed, yanking my wrist free. “That?” I let out a bitter laugh. “That was me moving on, Aiden. Or what else does it seem like? You should try it sometime.”His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking violently at the side. “You don’t believe that.”I glared at him, willing my heart to slow down, to stop reacting to the nearness of him. “I believe w