The Prince's Mistress
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?
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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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9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
7.2
He was my first love. My first everything.
Now he's my stepson.
One night changed everything. Ten years couldn't make us forget. But loving him now could destroy us all.
Ethan Cole was the boy who held my heart. My first kiss. My first time. My first real love. We planned a future together, whispered forever, believed nothing could tear us apart.
Then prom night happened.
I woke up alone in a hotel room with no memory of how I got there, and Ethan was gone. Vanished. The rumors said he got what he wanted and got tired of me. I spent a decade believing I wasn't enough.
So I moved on. I built walls. I found Harrison to be kind, stable, and safe, and I said yes when he asked me to marry him.
But fate has a cruel sense of humor.
Because Harrison's son? The one living in the guest house? The one I'll see at family dinners and weddings, and holidays for the rest of my life?
It's Ethan.
My Ethan.
The boy who broke me. The man I never stopped loving. And when I look into his whiskey-colored eyes, I see the same hunger, the same pain, the same unanswered questions burning in me.
He says he never left me. He says prom night was a setup. He says he's loved me every single day for the past ten years.
And God help me... I believe him.
But how do I choose between the man who gave me a future and the man who still owns my past?
How do I resist the only love that ever felt like home?
And how do I survive when my heart is tearing me in two?
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
8.9
Three years after I buried an empty casket for my husband, I found him alive in a grocery store parking lot.
He was rubbing a stranger's pregnant belly, smiling a soft smile I had never seen in our years of marriage.
My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, had become "Arthur," a gentle man with no memory of the empire he ruled or the wife he left behind.
To protect his happiness, I swallowed my agony and lied.
"I am his cousin," I told his pregnant fiancée, Mia.
I brought them home to his estate, enduring the torture of watching him give her the tenderness that used to belong to me.
But my mercy was rewarded with cruelty.
Dante looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes and slapped divorce papers onto the table.
"Sign them," he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "I want to marry Mia before the baby comes. I want a fresh start."
He didn't know I was dying of a heart defect caused by the stress of grieving him.
He didn't know I stalled for two weeks not for money, but because I wanted to be buried with his name.
I died the morning the deadline arrived, taking the secret of my love to the grave.
Ironically, that very night, a bullet grazed his temple during an ambush, unlocking the memories he had lost.
He remembered the peach orchard. He remembered our blood oath. He remembered that I was his soulmate.
He ran to my brother’s gates, screaming my name, blood pouring down his face, desperate to beg for forgiveness.
But my brother just stood there, blocking the entrance to the cemetery with a cruel smile.
"She waited for you every single day," he spat.
"And you killed her."
7.6
I pulled the perfectly baked Beef Wellington from the oven, its rich scent filling our Manhattan penthouse. For five years, I’d crafted this perfect life, but tonight, I’d discover my entire existence was a cruel, silent lie. The man I loved had built it all on betrayal.
Preparing our anniversary dinner, I reflected on five years of building a flawless home for Blake, a dream I’d never known.
Searching for a pen, I found a hidden compartment in Blake’s desk containing a cheap black USB drive—a significant secret for a man who despised anything less than perfect.
His MacBook unlocked with his birthday, not ours. The USB, after a near-data-wipe, revealed "The Archives": hundreds of photos of Blake with his college girlfriend, Isabelle, passionate love letters, and a wardrobe chosen to mirror hers. My name yielded "0 results found," while millions were wired to Isabelle.
I was a meticulously funded stand-in, a ghost he dressed up to play house. My non-existence in his world and his financial betrayal ignited a cold, burning rage.
Blake returned, dismissive, offering a delayed anniversary gift. I confronted him; he ripped the USB, snapped it, and stated, "Nothing changes, as long as you know your place." My obedience shattered: "I want a divorce," I declared, then destroyed dinner and packed my own bag.
8.9
I spent five years protecting Grafton Mcleod, the ruthless King of Chicago. Not because I loved him, but because I swore a blood oath to his dying brother to keep him alive.
On the day my contract ended, I placed my resignation on his desk.
Grafton didn't just refuse it; he laughed.
"You don't resign, Cayla. You belong to me."
He thought I was a jealous, obsessed assistant in love with him. He let his cruel fiancée, Cherrelle, torment me daily.
He forced me to drain my own blood to save her after she faked an accident.
He threw me into a freezing fountain when she lied about me pushing her.
But the final straw came when he dragged me to a syndicate gala. He didn't take me as a guest. He put me on stage, in a silk dress and a collar, and sold me to his enemy for five million dollars.
"This is what happens to property that misbehaves," he sneered as the gavel came down.
I escaped that night, but I didn't run away. I drove to the bridge where his brother died.
I left my phone on the railing and let the icy water take me, finally free of my debt.
It was only when Grafton stood on that bridge, holding my cracked phone, that he learned the truth.
He unlocked it and saw my wallpaper. It wasn't him. It was his dead brother.
And the diary inside revealed that the woman he was about to marry was the one who had ordered the hit that killed him.