Novel & Cerita Mafia Mistress

To get revenge. To be greedy. To have power and authority. These things can be achieved when you know what the future holds. When I died, they said that a Mistress like me should go to hell. Well, I guess they are wrong. Instead, I got hold of that future. I got to go back in time. Follow me, read my story, and learn from my journey.

THIS STORY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD UNTIL THE BEAUTIFUL SILENCE AND HIS YOUNG LUNA (EXCLUSIVELY ON DREAME) ARE COMPLETE The world of werewolves must remain a secret at all costs. After a great war that almost led to their extinction, human mates were outlawed. Things were peaceful for a time...until they weren't. King Regan Conway is a descendant of the first king. The one who led the werewolves to victory over the humans. He helps to enforce the wolf laws and keep their world a secret. So what happens when he has a moment of weakness and makes a grave mistake? Dominique Lang was your typical woman until she met Regan. Then her life turned upside down and she was thrusted into a world of secrecy. Will she be able to stick with Regan through it all or will she be able to turn her back?

She was breaking out. She was struggling to breathe, she tried to pull away from him but no, he was gaining in on her. He had her sprawled on the couch unfastening the rope of her robe and clutching her bare skin. Her mouth fell open and her face threw to the back with her hair spread all over the couch as his lips came to her neck, and he was grunting into her ears with raw need. “I need you Bambino Mio (my baby)” he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast. Her hands were useless against him. Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan. She has never felt this good before. “I will make you feel beautiful.” He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties. “I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino.” She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again. “Do you feel better now?” He grunted out and she tried to nod her head. “No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying me with words.” He said driving deeper into her. Amora’s life turned topsy turvy down when the powerful and brutal cold billionaire of Venice walks into it. A man filled with a raw taste of need and affection and he offered her what she wanted most in her life. AFFECTION but it came with a price which will cost her a lot more than she would gain. Will she survive being in the billionaire’s world or will she be consumed? This book is RATED 18+

On Halloween night, I went to pick up my husband after he had been drinking. As I reached the door, I heard someone inside asking about the wildest thing anyone had ever done. In his drunken haze, my husband muttered, “I’ve been living a second life behind my wife’s back. After Halloween, I’ll end things with the other woman, go back home for good, and try to make it up to her.” My heart sank, though I felt a small sense of relief that he was getting back on the right track. He continued, “After all, our two kids are just three years old. This is when they need their dad the most.” Everyone in the private room praised him for being responsible, saying that nothing was more precious than a reformed man. I stood frozen in place, because we had agreed not to have children when we got married. I was the “other woman”.

Lorain is known as the wife of Winson Durumio, a famous dancer in their community. Because of her beauty and exceptional talent, Winson fell in love with her, and they were blessed with a daughter. However, because she married young, she also had to give up dancing early. One day, Lorain was shocked to discover that she was actually just a mistress, according to rumors in their neighborhood. How will she face the shame brought by this painful truth—that all along, she believed she was Winson Durumio’s legal and rightful wife? In an instant, everything was taken from her. And what hurt even more was learning that the woman recognized as Winson’s real wife was Rica Gonzaga—her best friend. The bitter truth: Winson had been seeing both women at the same time. But in the end, Winson realized that Lorain was the one he truly loved. Will the woman he once hurt still be willing to take him back?

She was my wife by law… and my mistress by lust. But what happens when the two collide—naked and unfiltered? I told myself it would be the last time. But when Ava walked into my office in heels and nothing under her coat, my resolve shattered. She tasted like fire— Bent over my desk, her moans swallowed by my kisses, I forgot my vows. I forgot Lydia. Until Lydia texted Ava back. Until they both showed up… and neither of them came to fight. A sizzling tale of temptation, secrets, and a love triangle so twisted, it can only end one way: with all of them in one bed—and nothing between them.

Xavier Storm was a man who thrived on control. Ruthless in business and merciless in vengeance, he knew exactly where to strike to bring an enemy to their knees. And Marie Lockwood was the perfect target. A seductress, a spy, a woman who played with fire and never got burned—until now. She had destroyed his best friend, and for that, Xavier would make her suffer. But Marie was not the villain he thought she was. Framed by the very man she served, she had become the fall girl for crimes she didn’t commit. Betrayed, hunted, and trapped in a game she never wanted to play, she vowed that no man would ever see her break. Not even Xavier Storm. He wanted revenge, but she wouldn’t beg. He wanted to break her, but she knew how to endure pain. What neither of them expected was the fire that ignited between them, a dark and all-consuming obsession that blurred the lines between hatred and desire. The deeper Xavier dug, the more Marie’s mask began to crack, and with every secret he uncovered, he realized he had miscalculated. Because in shattering her, he was unraveling himself. And by the time the truth came to light, he would have to face the one thing he never saw coming— that he had fallen for her.

On her birthday night, Amelia waited for her husband to come home. The next morning, he walked in with a pregnant woman and announced that his mistress would be living with them from now on. Humiliated by the man she loved and tormented by his cruel mother and mistress, Amelia’s world shattered even further when she discovered she was finally pregnant… only for her husband to demand she get rid of the baby. Heartbroken after one final betrayal, Amelia left with nothing. Six years later, she returns powerful, successful, and holding enough shares to decide the fate of the Sinclair empire. Now the man who destroyed her is forced to sit across from her in a boardroom while another man sits comfortably beside her… and for the first time, Damien Sinclair discovers she has a son. Buried secrets and painful truths begin to unravel, Damien Sinclair is forced to face a reality far more devastating than he ever imagined.

19 years ago, Bethany Delaney was forced to flee the pack in the middle of the night. The Blue crescent pack was attacked by the Blood moon pack and her family was murdered in cold blood by the Ruthless and Fearless Alpha Dominic, who has no respect for the laws. She found out that he has a thing for female slaves, so she snuck herself into his packhouse as a slave. But her real mission is to kill Alpha Dominic and get revenge for the death of her family. Alpha Dominic Rayleigh is a Ruthless and Fearless Alpha, and he is known and feared by all because he is both strong and powerful. He hates the moon goddess for making too much laws for the werewolves, and he swore to kill any girl that the moon goddess gives to him as a mate. What happens when she finds out that she is his mate that he has sworn to kill?

I had been in a relationship with Zachary Dawson for seven years and engaged for three when, out of the blue, Ruby White, the daughter of his mentor, moved into our home. Sitting casually on the bed that Zachary and I shared, Ruby lounged with an air of nonchalance, her voice playful and teasing. "Zachary, the dental god, sure has a nice bed," she remarked with a smirk. "I can only imagine what it would be like to spend the night with him in this bed." I captured the scene on my phone and sent the video to our family group chat with a brief message: Looks like Zachary might have a new girlfriend Zachary rushed home, wrapping his arms protectively around a tearful Ruby. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger. "My mentor's dying wish was for me to take care of Ruby! If you can't accept that, then move out!" Honestly, my brows furrowed deeper than the wrinkles on the bedsheets Ruby had sat on. Fine. I didn't need the bed, and I didn't need a fiancé anymore.