5 Book(s) Related to His Mistress

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.

Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.

Securing employment proved to be challenging, and her responsibilities as the primary provider for her small family added to her burdens. She had to support her brother's education as well as cover expenses for her mother's medical condition.

She resorts to becoming a stripper out of desperation, ensuring her religious mother remains unaware of her shameful occupation.

Her life takes a surprising twist when she is presented with a great chance to become an actress. The main male character, Raul D'Amano, is incredibly attractive and despite being married, the protagonist cannot help but feel drawn to him.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 '𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃'𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

I thought I was proving my love when my husband claimed his billionaire family required a "loyalty test"—watching him fake an affair with his pregnant ex-girlfriend for a year. I endured public humiliation, served wine to his mistress at charity galas, and even terminated my own pregnancy because he said it would "complicate the test."
But when I discovered the truth, everything changed. There was no loyalty test. There never had been. The fifteen billion dollar inheritance was already his. The whole charade was just his elaborate plan to gaslight me into disappearing quietly so he could start fresh with Victoria and their baby.
Too bad for him, I graduated summa cum laude from Columbia Business School. And I've been planning my revenge for months.

"The night I miscarried our baby, my husband was toasting his mistress's award win."

Five years of secret marriage. I was Broadway producer Maximilian Cross's hidden wife while the world thought he was a golden bachelor. Only I knew who he was really fucking every night.

Until that bitch Vivienne Sterling showed up.

She became his "artistic muse." I became his live-in booty call. He took her to every important event, bought her custom jewelry, publicly searched for his "soulmate" on stage—while I played piano accompaniment like a goddamn background prop.

Here's the fucked up part: I collapsed on stage, miscarrying and bleeding out in the ER, while he was across town popping champagne for that homewrecker's Drama Desk win. Twenty-three emergency calls—all ignored because it was her "big night."

But baby, you think that's where this story ends?

One Instagram post destroyed them both. Five-year secret marriage exposed, entire internet calling Vivienne a homewrecker, investors pulling out, him going from Broadway king to street rat overnight.

Even better? That 27-year-old composer heir Dante had been crushing on me for ten years. He gave me roles, protection, and real love I'd never experienced.

One year later, Dante and I won the Tony for our musical. I stood under the spotlight, he cheered from the audience. My ex-husband? Watching our triumph from his shitty apartment while his side piece slings coffee for minimum wage.

They say love means never having to say you're sorry. But what if the man who promised to love you points a gun-wielding stranger straight at your heart?

My name is Victoria Kingsley. Three months ago, I was Orange County's perfect housewife. Then my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me at gunpoint. That's when I discovered my marriage was built on my father's suicide, stolen retirement funds, and a criminal conspiracy that made me the perfect scapegoat.

Marcus thought he married a naive housewife. He was wrong.

I thought I had married the love of my life, until I discovered he planned to use my womb as a sacrifice for his mistress.

For five years, I gave Dax everything—my brilliance, my body, my soul. I believed we were building a future together, trying for the baby that would complete our Silicon Valley fairy tale.

Then I overheard the conspiracy that shattered my world: defective embryos implanted in my body, followed by a hysterectomy disguised as "medical complications." All to clear the path for Ada and their "perfect heir."

In that moment, I realized I had never been his wife—I was just a disposable vessel.

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman with an MIT degree and nothing left to lose.

Love had made me blind, but betrayal made me brilliant.