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 5
Ayla could not let her quarry escape. She stood on tiptoe and tugged at the waist of her dress. She ran out of the hall not wanting to lose track of the prince.
"Heh, Ayla! Where are you going!" Popoh's shout fell on deaf ears.
Ayla arrived outside the hall, right in front of the door. The two guards who were standing upright like sturdy pillars, didn't seem to move an inch.
Ayla swiveled her head around, looking down the hall. However, she lost track of the third prince.
"Did you see where that man went?" Ayla ventured to ask the two guards standing tall on either side of the door.
"You mean, Prince Deniz?" One of the guards asked back sarcastically.
"You're just a slave!" the guard exclaimed with one eyebrow raised.
"Just answer my question!" Ayla was no less fierce at the guard's words.
"Let her dream of chasing Prince Deniz," mocked one of the guards on the left side.
There was no point in asking the two guards. Ayla picked up her dress again at the waist. She ran back towards the right side of the hallway.
She remembered that it was the hallway that brought her in from the direction of the palace garden. Ayla ignored all the people shouting for her.
Right now her only focus was the ruby miracle stone. She was sure that the stone on the sword handle was the stone she was looking for.
Ayla was already at the front gate. The two guards standing guard there crossed their spearheads.
"Where are you going?" asked one of the guards in a cold tone.
"Prince ...." Ayla's words stopped there. She looked at the prince who was about five meters away from her.
"You're just a female resident of the harem! What business do you have looking for the prince?" one of the guards exclaimed.
"Of course I have important business with the prince," Ayla whined. "He left something of his behind, I must go after him to return it."
The two guards looked at each other. Digesting the words of the innocent girl in the salem dress. Meanwhile, Ayla glanced at them. There was a sly grin carved on the tip of her thin lips.
"You may leave!" The guard loudly allowed Ayla to leave and put the two crossed spears away.
"Thank you, I'll tell the prince that you did a great job," Ayla said with a sweet smile. Lying to guards was one of her specialties in thievery.
Ayla's breath caught, she had almost lost track of the prince. She was sure that the dashing black-clad figure had passed by the garden.
The slender woman with the ideal body began to go too deep into the palace garden. She stopped right in the middle of the large, shady trees.
"Where is that guy?" Ayla leaned her back against a large tree.
He raised his face and looked up. He could barely see anything in the sky. It was as if neither the stars nor the moon could penetrate the shady trees there.
"Am I lost?" Ayla began to panic. She turned her body around. Her gaze wandered around.
Owls hooted. She moved back when she heard something rustling in the bushes. Her slender yellow-skinned legs were exposed. She lifted the hem of her dress high.
Ayla suddenly shivered, her skin crawling. She had never been like this before. Back in the modern world, the Elena inhabiting Ayla's body had never been this scared in the forest.
"Calm yourself." Ayla tried to comfort herself. Even though fear was running through all her nerves. "Where is that cold prince?"
A flash of black shadow flashed above her head. A figure that seemed to jump from one tree to another. Of course it added a frightening aura to Ayla.
Not thinking for long, Ayla immediately turned her body around to leave the place.
BBRUUKK!
"Aarrgghh!" Ayla forgot that the hem of her long dress was blocking her way. As a result, she fell to the ground covered in green grass.
While grimacing in pain, Ayla started to get back up. The rustling sound started again.
Elena still couldn't use her strength to the fullest. The body of this slave girl named Ayla was quite weak.
Elena suspected that during her life, this one slave had been deliberately given food or drinks containing nerve weakeners or the like.
Ayla was almost dislocated several times. Elena was sure that there was something wrong with the nerves in her legs. Perhaps during her lifetime, the young woman named Ayla had received a lot of physical abuse.
The insect-like legs walked without direction. Ayla was getting deeper into the forest behind the palace. Of course, she did not know about it. She was just trying to get out of there.
The woman with a rose pin in her beautiful wavy hair was getting more and more frantic. Her adrenaline was pumping, making her heart beat so fast.
"Ayla, why are you so stupid!" she cursed to herself.
Ayla walked forward again. If she didn't find a way out, she would have to spend the night in the forest within the palace grounds.
"I can't take it anymore." Ayla crouched down, her legs feeling weak and trembling. The legs she used to walk so far were not hers, but those of a weak woman.
"Back when you were alive, was there nothing you could do for physical exercise?" Elena in Ayla's embodiment cursed.
Ayla returned her gaze to the surroundings. She faintly heard the soft sound of a conversation. Half shuddering, she started to stand up. Her curiosity overcame her fear.
She began to walk slowly, sneaking around just to find the source of the sound. A few meters later, Ayla saw a speck of orange light.
She knitted her eyebrows together, looking confused by the scene in front of her. Ayla ventured a small run to find the source of the light.
"I think I can ask them for help," Ayla muttered in between her steps.
Moments later, he was behind a tree. The leaves blocked his view. She lifted a thin branch that blocked her face.
"That figure!" she squealed as she rounded her small, round eyes and sparkled beautifully.
She saw the back of a man with a towering body. He was dressed all in black with long, dark hair tied back.
Ayla searched around for something to shake off the branches blocking her path. Before she knew it, she had lost the prince.
"Where's the prince?" Ayla looked around, but there was neither the prince nor the black-robed figure she was talking to.
At the same time, Ayla gasped. A dagger was pressed against her neck. The sturdy hand holding the dagger smelled sweet.
"You're an intruder?" A distinctive baritone voice that made Ayla's ears react. The figure's warm breath made Ayla falter.
"Mom-no," Ayla replied while struggling. Her skill in grabbing weapons made the figure gasp slightly.
But unfortunately, Ayla was still not fast enough. The figure twisted her hand gently. She was unable to grab the dagger. Her body staggered backwards.
Just as she was about to fall, the figure supported her slender back. Her brown irises crossed with the figure's caramel irises. Ayla did not blink, it was already difficult to swallow her saliva.
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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.