Mistress Novels & Stories

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

This was Maya. The “M” from the messages. The mistress. The woman Daniel had been whispering to in the dead of night. She wasn’t some random socialite; she was the woman Zander was supposedly going to marry. The room began to spin. The betrayal wasn’t a straight line; it was a jagged, poisonous circle. Daniel leaned in, his breath warm against my neck, his eyes fixed on Avalain with a hunger he hadn’t shown me in years. “Exquisite, isn’t she? A real queen for the Blackwood throne.”

“Y—Yes, p-pleasure to meet you too. I'm not a young mistress, call me Camille— Matteo, please slow down…” So he could flirt? Not a chance. If he added more colours to her cheeks, he wouldn't like to meet my fist. “Matteo…” she whispered again. “Since you're romantically involved with one of the young masters, that makes you a young mistress. It appears you're struggling to keep up, you should slow down. She's barely catching her breath-” “Mind your own business, Gareth and next time, inform me sooner of the old man's plans.”

“You’ve risen in rank. You’re not a servant anymore—you’re a mistress.” “What!” I yelled, barely able to process the words as I blink in confusion, I could have sworn that my jaw reached the ground as I gasped in shock. Mistress. I was a mistress? But what exactly did that even mean? “Ouch! That hurts,” Emmanuel groaned, and from the sound of it, Eva had elbowed him with precision. “Shut up,” she snapped. “Go on, shoo. I’ll handle this. Don’t you have some poor souls to terrorize today?”

Yet, his two mistresses were in their early twenties. His first mistress was an omega who had been maltreated by her stepmother. She suffered cruelty at her hands until Sir Titus offered to make her his mistress. Initially, she refused because he was old enough to be her father, but when the mistreatment became unbearable, she decided to accept his offer. Now, she was comfortably living in an apartment he had set up for her.

he said, sternly. My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt. "What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense. I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad. He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me. "You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell. 'Well, not too bad,' I thought. After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?

"Did I say something wrong? Your mom stole my dad and became a hated mistress. You took away my husband and became a mistress too!" "I said, shut up!" "So being a mistress is like an inherited disease, isn't it?" The more Cedric heard, the darker his face became.

His mistress, or should she saw Fiancée, Angelina Fernandez.

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.

Katherine broke my trail of thought by breaking the distance between us, "If it's not you leaving, how bad could it be?" She attempted to bring her hand into mine, and intertwining our fingers but I couldn't bring myself to return her affectionate touch. "Katherine, I'm so sorry," I began, "I'm having an affair." She couldn't look at me, and every ounce of affection that was seeping it's way through her body had now disappeared. She retreated herself back to the bed staring her breakfast, "These are pity eggs." I heard the crash of the platter as it was introduced to the floor. "You made me believe that this was going to be a great morning, I believed you when you said you weren't going away