The Mistress: Her revenge [18+]

Esmeralda Bertillon

I was flawed.

The woman whose name was whispered in venom, spat through clenched teeth. The shadow that loomed over marriages, the ghost haunting their 1 a.m. silences as they lay in bed, staring at the empty space beside them, wondering what sort of "business" could keep him out so late.

I was a mistress.

To some, a temptation they couldn't resist. To others, the embodiment of every fear and insecurity. My beauty was a weapon, sharp and precise, cutting into the lives of men who should have known better. But beauty fades, and behind it, I was hollow—a whispered secret, a fleeting thrill.

And then there was Sebastian.

He wasn't just another name in a long line of poor decisions. He was fire and ruin, the man whose touch left marks that went deeper than skin. His presence wasn't a thrill—it was a need. An obsession. With him, I didn't just play the role of the mistress. I lost myself in the part.

Last night was no different. His hands still burned on my skin, his scent clinging to me like a confession I couldn't shake. Every moment with him unraveled me, a potent mix of pleasure and pain. And yet, here I was, standing naked before the mirror, retracing his touch like it could somehow keep him closer.

The woman in the reflection stared back at me, powerful and broken, her eyes hollow with a longing she'd never admit aloud. This game couldn't last forever. I knew that. The clock on the wall ticked, relentless, a reminder of how little time was left before the fragile illusion of control shattered completely.

But until then, I would let the flame consume me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Welcome to a world where flawed characters fight to claim what they crave most—whether it's revenge, lust, or something far darker.

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NB: This book is currently undergoing typographic editing and has been edited up to chapter 30. Please point out any typographical error as you read on. Thank you.