
The Prince's Mistress
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To defend the stolen goods, Elena jumped off a tall building.
But it was surprisingly, he went into the other world and lost his loot stone.
Turns out there, the great thief must compete with the harem and try to recover the stone, to return to the world.
Will she be queen of the prince and find a ruby stone? Is it what Elena would choose, to defend her life now or return to her world?
The Prince's Mistress Chapter 1
In the dim lighting, only a few lights on the display were lit, a woman in her twenties crept up and shone with the small flashlight she brought with her earlier.
"Shit! They were so alert!" he cursed angrily.
He observed the room which contained a glass display containing various kinds of jewelry, most of which were archaeological finds. He looked around several rooms. His eyes were furrowed in concentration as he looked at the display right in front of him.
The face of the Singapore-Indonesian mulatto smiled beautifully when he saw the object he was after. A ruby gemstone the size of a baby's fist, is one of the rare items that will be put out at auction tomorrow night.
"Perfect!" A small smile appeared on his thin, curved lips. His heart seemed to be thriving, the thing he was looking for was clearly in front of his eyes.
Steady Elena, the beautiful girl with her dark eyes stepped back, but she felt something odd.
"It's impossible if a place like this doesn't have extra super security." Elena muttered as she surveyed her surroundings. The deep blues highlight every corner in one of the halls of the exhibition building shaped like an open shell that is famous in the city of Hong Kong.
As a person who is quite experienced in his field, he immediately opens the small bag that he always carries as one of the equipment for carrying out his actions. Elena reached into something inside. A box of powder, then he blows the powder.
His assumption was correct, the display containing the ruby gemstone was protected by a randomly shaped laser beam. If touched a little, then the skin can be burned, worse, the body is cut into pieces.
"As I thought, you wouldn't just let this thing go without layers of security," Elena mumbled while chuckling in annoyance.
Elena put the powder back in the small pocket of her all-black suit. After that, he began to insert one foot into the intricate web of laser beams. His body curved to follow the direction of the next light. It was not in vain that the acrobatic training he received from childhood helped him in his work.
Elena had to pass about halfway again, right in the middle, the laser beams becoming more and more complicated and cobweb-like. Until Elena had to lie on her stomach with her hands supported, while her stomach was slightly raised.
"Finally." Elena heaved a sigh of relief after her long heels managed to land on the tiled floor of the room.
He was more grateful when all his body was fine without being cut into pieces by the laser beam. Or at least, he didn't keep the guards awake with the sound of the alarm that would occur when his smooth skin wrapped in leggings was streaked with laser light.
Elena stepped hastily toward the glass display. His eyebrows pulled up. His gaze didn't blink. His mouth dropped slightly. The gloss that the ruby gave off was really dazzling to his eyes.
Moments later he began to blink, realizing what had made him fall asleep. His nimble little hands immediately groped under the display, looking for a button that could open the glass lid.
His guess was not wrong, his fingers found a bulge under the display, with one press, the glass cover began to move. Now, a special item that is quite special will become one of the collections. The dollar coffers will soon fill his account.
Elena's right hand started to stretch out, but she stopped it. He almost forgot, every display of valuables is equipped with a safety under the object holder. The slender and petite girl cleverly replaced the real gemstones with the imitation gemstones she had brought before.
"Soon you'll be mine," muttered Elena with a sly grin.
Elena carefully picked up the gemstone with her right hand, while her left hand prepared to exchange it for an imitation stone. On the count of three, Elena managed to exchange the item.
But he flinched, suddenly a warning alarm sounded, he heard footsteps coming towards his room. Elena quickly stuffed the rubies into her small bag.
Then he scrambled to find the switch on the wall next to the light switch, to turn off the protective laser. After the laser security was not working, he rushed out of there. While wearing a face covering.
One step, when running forward, he met three guards who caught his action. He turned around to avoid them.
"Hey! Stop it!" shouted the three guards who ran after him.
Elena ran to the very back corner. He found a fire escape that would connect him to the floors above him. Elena kept running up the stairs, she tried to open door after floor but to no avail. Everything was locked, he had to run to the rooftop on the tenth floor.
Taking a deep breath, Elena drew closer to the edge of the roof. He removed the hood that made his black hair flow beautifully. Seen under several police cars have surrounded him. Car sirens shouted at each other.
"Give up! You're under siege!" A voice coming from the loudspeaker was heard warning him. Elena ignored him, she ran here and there looking for a way to get down from the tenth floor of the building in the right place.
His adrenaline was racing so fast that his heart was beating wildly. Suddenly a strong wind accompanied by a loud noise deafened his ears. Elena turned around, she tried to block the strong wind that hit her face. The strong wind came from the helicopter blades trying to land on the rooftop of the building.
Elena vaguely saw the figure of a man wearing a long coat. A man with thick hair, with a typical Eurasian height.
"Give up! We'll make the right offer!" The man's baritone voice warned. He was standing exactly four meters from Elena, face to face.
"Huh! Surrender?" Elena with her cynical grin. "Even if I die I will not surrender!"
"Don't be silly, you've been chased by several countries for your crimes!" The man's voice warned again.
"Crime?" Elena denies. "Then, what do the rulers do when the people are starving? They are just silent and busy with imaging! I will never give up!"
On a silent count of three, Elena ran to the edge of the rooftop and jumped without safety.
"Not!" The man's voice echoed, he tried to run and reach Elena. But it's useless, it's just a futile act. Elena's body was floating in the air.
"Mom, Dad, I'll be after you soon." Elena quietly muttered with a smile, then she tried to close her eyes. Trying to accept what will happen to him tonight.
Elena felt her body very light. As if floating in a dark empty space. Even he felt his body as if slammed on the ground hard, he felt his body was so sore.
Elena opened her heavy eyes, then she coughed until her chest felt tight. He looked around, it was dark, except for the light shining through the cracks in the door.
"Am I dead?" Elena mumbled softly. "Where am I?"
There was a noise behind the old wooden door. In the dim, Elena was still able to catch a hint of light in her dark eyes. He tried to get up from his current position though with a limp. What's more, the sound of the noisy conversation bothered him even more.
Elena was in a sitting position, but was surprised when she found her body clad in a long nude dress. Plus, his hands look full of wounds.
"Where am I? Is it really me?" Elena panics. At the same time, the sound of a wooden door opening caught his ear.
"Hey, Ayla! Why aren't you dead yet!" The voice of a man in a helmet and typical royal warrior attire shouted angrily at him.
"Huh! Ayla? Why does she call me by that name?" Elena muttered in her heart, She tried to swallow her saliva with difficulty.
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The Prince's Mistress of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.

8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.

9.4
I was born under the red full moon, something rare and marked as a curse in the werewolf world.
My pack hated me. They wanted me gone, saying I would bring nothing but destruction. My wolf was sealed before I could reach the awakening age, leaving me worthless. Helpless. Vulnerable.
Then came the night that changed my life, dragging me into the worst world possible.
I was married off to the cruel rogue Alpha, Drogo. A male bound by the curse of the Moon Goddess after committing an eternal sin. He was defined as the most ruthless male in the country. Behind the shadow. Never to be dared.
But what happened when I realized I bore the face of a ghost that haunted him from his past?
The face of the very woman who doomed him.

7.1
From a disgraced Luna whose execution was already ordered by her gormless and ripe-for-the-picking Alpha of a husband, to becoming the long-lost princess of the revered witch empire, Xylia thought she'd finally thrown off hard luck.
However, on her 25th birthday, she received a terrible blow. The ill-famed fiend, Kyle Norman, King of the Lycan realm turned out to her mate! He wasn't going to take 'No!' for an answer.
He wasn't planning to let go of the 'property' the Moon goddess had bestowed on him. War was nothing but a means to get Xylia to his side forever, even if he had to tread on a sea of carcasses.
From a dignified princess entitled to splendiferous things to a lowly maid in the Lycan realm, a despondent Xylia gets another surprise. Kyle has a twin with a vendetta against him?
And worst of all, that vindictive twin is also her mate?! Just how hair-raising were things going to get?

9.0
Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren-an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart.
Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared.
Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed.
She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company.
The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant-and married to another man.
Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance.
But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow.
Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both?
Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.






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