All Chapters of The Mistress: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Daniel’s office was quiet, save for the low hum of the phone in his hand and the occasional murmur of voices coming from the hallway. He was pacing back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of how to fix everything. It had been days since Victoria had walked away, and no matter how many times he called, she wouldn’t pick up. The frustration was starting to gnaw at him.He dialed another number, his fingers trembling as he waited for the call to connect. As it rang, he glanced at the clock on his desk. Time was slipping through his fingers, and he knew he couldn’t afford to waste any more of it. This deal with the investors was his last shot at pulling everything together. It was his chance to prove that he could still hold onto his empire, his family, and maybe—just maybe—get Victoria back.The phone clicked on the other end. “Daniel, what’s up?” came the voice of Michael, his old business partner.“Dad,” Daniel greeted, his voice tight. “I need your help. These investors—this dea

The gallery buzzed with the hum of quiet conversations, the clink of glasses, and the soft shuffle of footsteps on the polished floors. Victoria stood near the entrance, her hands nervously clasped in front of her. Her heart raced, but she didn’t let it show.Sophie was by her side, smiling with quiet encouragement. “It’s happening, Vic. You’ve worked hard for this.”Victoria glanced over at the walls lined with her pieces, each one a reflection of a part of her journey, a part of herself. The colors and textures told stories that no words ever could.“You think they’ll understand?” Victoria asked, her voice low.Sophie gave her a reassuring look. “They’ll see you. They’ll see everything you’ve poured into this.”A couple approached, offering polite smiles. Victoria forced a smile in return. “Thank you for coming,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Of course,” the woman replied. “I’ve heard so much about your work. It’s impressive, really. I see the emotions you’ve captured

Daniel stormed into the gallery, his face a storm cloud of anger and desperation. The loud murmur of conversations faltered as eyes turned to him, but he didn’t care. His gaze locked onto Victoria, who was standing by one of her pieces, her back straight, her eyes focused ahead.“Victoria!” His voice cracked through the air like a whip, drawing a sharp gasp from nearby guests. “You think this—this pathetic little exhibition is going to fix everything?”The room fell silent. Zander, who had been chatting with some of the guests, immediately stepped forward, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Daniel. “What the hell are you doing here?”Daniel’s eyes flickered to Zander but quickly returned to Victoria. “You’re all pretending like this—like your little art show—makes everything better. You think the lies, the betrayal, the mess I’ve been dragged into is just going to disappear because you put paint on a canvas?” He took a step forward, his voice rising. “You think this is enough to erase

Daniel’s voice echoed through the hospital hallway, the fury in his words cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. He had been told time and time again to leave, but he refused. The doctors and staff tried to calm him down, but it was clear he was losing control.“You can’t just throw me out of here!” Daniel shouted, his eyes wild with anger. “He’s my son! I have every right to be here!”Victoria, exhausted from the ordeal, tried to step in between him and the nurse who was attempting to usher him out. “Daniel, please. This is not helping. Just calm down. Ethan needs us.” Her voice cracked, but Daniel ignored it, pushing her aside in his desperation.Ethan, weak and pale from the accident, stirred in his bed, his eyes flicking open. He had been trying to sit up, his small body trembling, but the noise and chaos around him only made it worse. He didn’t like seeing his father like this. The pain in his chest was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil caused by the screaming

Flashback: Seven Years AgoZander sat alone at the bar, swirling his drink in silence. The noise of the crowd around him blurred into a distant hum. He wasn’t here to drown his sorrows; he was here to clear his mind. The past few weeks had been full of uncertainty, and the weight of everything he couldn’t change pressed heavy on his chest. His life was in flux, and he couldn’t tell if he was moving forward or simply floating.Then he saw her.Victoria.She wasn’t the same woman he remembered. The confident, lively woman he had once known now looked like a shadow of herself. She was being dragged across the bar, her legs struggling to keep up with the force of two men who didn’t seem to care how much damage they were causing. Zander’s blood ran cold as he watched, his instincts kicking in before he even had a chance to think.The two men were laughing, not noticing him as they pulled her towards the exit. Zander’s grip on his glass tightened, and without another thought, he stood and a