Mistress

The day my mom was beaten up for being a mistress, I slammed the family crest into my dad’s face. I had been studying abroad, and on my return flight, I came across a video. The title read, [Richest Family’s Heirs Defend Their Mom and Beat Up Mistress.] In the video, my mother was wearing coarse linen clothes while my brothers surrounded her. They were punching and kicking her. They even tore her clothes and cussed her out as a shameless mistress. Her eyes were teary as she desperately tried to explain. However, she was only met with mocking laughter. A stranger in haute couture stood shielded behind them, and she sweetly said, “Alright, I know you’re doing this for me, but we don’t need to waste our time on ungrateful people.” The surrounding guests showered her with birthday wishes and praised her for her graciousness. “This is the grace befitting Mrs. Roth! Do some people really not own a mirror at home?” “A mistress dares to call herself Mrs. Roth? Doesn’t she know the entire Roth family was built on her assets? Which part of her looks like a lady?” Hearing them call her “Mrs. Roth,” I clenched my phone, and the screen reflected my icy expression. I had only been away from home for three years. How did I not know that I had acquired such a despicable “mother”?

After living for over 200 years, Maximilian Knight, the CEO of a Historical Finding company, A shape shifting and powerful Alpha found true love in the sight of one of his Mistress Amelia who works for him as his person assistant in his mansion. Amelia Lane, is a 23 years old young orphan, who somehow found herself working as Maxmillian Knight assistant. Although she detest her job because she feels her Boss, Maxmillian is rude and arrogant. Little did she know that her boss secretly admired and had falling in love with her. Knowing fully well the rules that follows by being a shape shifting alpha, never; to have any affair with any human, which would eventually turn the human he makes love with into a shape-shifter. Maximilian Knight ignoring the rules went ahead and fell in love with Amelia. Forgetting that he also had a one night stand with Grace Monroe in the past which resulted In her giving birth to a baby boy which Maximilian knight had no idea about. Grace Monroe and her son Alexander Monroe came back to hunt him and his lover Amelia. Maximilian Knight, became furious after founding out about his past. He became more angry when he found out that his own son was lusting after his lover Amelia, Maxmillian Knight have to fight his only son Alexander and Grace Monroe for the heart of his new found mistress Amelia. Amidst all of the battle going on among the trio's, Amelia found that Maxmillian Knight was a shape - shifting werewolf, she got scared and began considering whether to still be with him or not. But Maxmillian assured her that he was Going to do whatever it takes to protect her. Alexander's plan take an unexpected turn, when he finds himself falling in love with Amelia.

Turning she looked him straight in the face, her deep blue eyes piercing into his soul as she smiled sarcastically before speaking "Ohhh it's quite nice to meet an already made perfect father figure in front of me, it's true that only people with kids would know that when a six year old bumps into something or someone they can only cry and needs to be soothed but a person with none can't really tell but wait since you're already Soo perfect how could you not know that?? Wait let me guess it's because you don't have any right!!! Ohh wait I forgot to add that people like don't deserve to be fathers and should be put off the list, let's go baby before someone corrupts your soul" she finished before she turned and left, leaving him dumbfounded. Everyone including his bodyguards were shocked and some had even captured the moment as never in their lives had thought 'the devil' would be humilated like this ever. His bodyguards didn't even have the gusts to talk to him and yet a total stranger, a woman did... In less than a minute with no atom of fear whatsoever. Wow this needs to be shared everywhere. The worst part is she only said horrible things to him. Put off the father's list??? Why did they feel like she was deliberately cursing their boss "How dare she!!!!!!" he fumed as he turned to his assistant who was already shivering in fear "Yes boss??" "Find out everything about that woman and I'm giving you an hour to do so, cancel my flight I'm not in the mood to travel anymore" he finished before turning to leave the airport Undeserving to be a father??? Was she wishing him to become potent???!!! How dare she!!!

She lost everything in a single breath, her mother, her home, her hope. Now, the only thing Olivia has left… is a fight for survival. Desperate and alone, 20-year-old Olivia is drowning in grief and debt, struggling to save her sick younger brother from the same illness that stole their mother. When a cruel twist of fate lands her at the mercy of the arrogant billionaire heir, Chris Blackwood, her world shatters further. Humiliated. Homeless. Hopeless. Until his brother shows up. Daniel Blackwood isn’t just rich, he’s her miracle. He saves her brother’s life. Offers her a job. A place to stay. A second chance. But falling for him? That was never part of the plan. Now Olivia is trapped in a mansion full of enemies, secrets, and twisted power plays. His fiancée wants her gone. His brother wants her ruined. And the billionaire patriarch just caught her in Daniel’s arms… She was only supposed to clean the floors. Not sweep a billionaire off his feet. But in a world that treats love like a transaction, will Olivia risk everything for a man she can never have?

I was finally pregnant after three years of marriage. I was going to head to where my husband works with a lunchbox in my hand to tell him the good news. But I ended up being mistaken as a mistress by his secretary. She dumped the food I had prepared on my head, stripped my clothes off, and continued to hit me until I had a miscarriage. “You’re just a servant. How dare you seduce Mr. Gates and bear his child? “Today, I’ll make sure you suffer the consequences of being a mistress!” She then went to my husband asking for a reward. “Mr. Gates, I took care of a servant who wanted to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?”

My dormmate has dropped out of college to get married. Before that, she shares a livestream link on the college forum. She claims her husband has cheated on her, and she wants to stream how she punishes the homewrecker. She asks everyone to share the link and hype the situation up. I don't take her words to heart. To my surprise, she barges into my house with a group of people that afternoon. She trashes the place and screams bloody murder at me. It seems she thinks I'm the homewrecker. It's only from her words that I understand her rich and handsome husband is my father. Well, since she's caused such a scene, it looks like her darling is going to lose his job and leave this family without a penny to his name.

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.