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The Grand Mistress

Simione needed to become a mistress. Not just another rich man's mistress, but M Conglomerate's President, Hawk Monsanto's. Truth was, the young billionaire does not interest Simione of any sort nor was his very attractive gorgeous looks concerned her. She just needed him for one thing, his fiancée Feather Han, owed her big time and that ballerina bitch had to pay with the most precious thing Simione desired, her broken heart. Hawk Monsanto rose to the top for one reason; he wanted to be the perfect match for the Han Scintillait's heiress. When he thought it was the right time to get what his heart desired, he willingly bleeds millions just to arrange a wedding engagement. However, whether it was work of fate or work of an evil seductress, he stumbled upon a rare beauty that he cannot set his eyes off. And before his money and rationality could ever warn him, Hawk had fallen into something his billions cannot buy. *** "Who are you?" Hawk managed to ask between his ragged breath. "That depends on who you want me to be," The girl uttered and for the first time, Hawk saw her upturned honey-colored eyes. Looking into it was like drowning yourself into something magical, something hypnotizing and very much irresistible that when the girl tiptoed to meet his lips, he willingly lowered his head to welcome her. And he was right there, opening his mouth for her—warm and wet—giving everything he must give and was kissing her back with equal ardor. The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, and he responded by pressing the girl's body closer, the fiancee forgotten. However, when Hawk was at the point of wanting more, the girl pulled away and Hawk opened his eyes bewildered onto her sudden retreat. He was gasping for air and would very much like to pull her back to finish the bliss she had started. But she only smiled at him, feeling very empowered by the fact that the M Conglomerate's President had already fallen into her trap. "What's the matter?" He asked, confused as to what made her stop. "Nothing," Her smile widened a little more, making her face bright and goddess-like and Hawk became more defenseless with that. "It's just that I only want you to have a free taste. The next of course comes with a big price"

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Small Cuts

The moment the woman left the hotel, the sky was covered by clouds and rain showered tremendously right after. Although the party got a little bumpy when Hawk left and danced with a beautiful woman, leaving Feather to attend to every guest's question and scrutiny, the party however ended successfully.

However, upon returning home to the Brick Mansion, the Han's ancestral house, Feather grabbed everything she could in her room and smashed it all in the wall, breaking them into pieces. She did not like how everything turned tonight. Someone dared to outshine her by luring Hawk into dancing and became everyone's topic for the night. Worst of all, she had to endure being asked by the guests who the girl was!

Wasn't that an engagement party for her?

Everyone was supposed to be talking about her only!

That whore right there definitely stole her limelight!

"Miss Han please don't be upset" Ami Jang, Feather's assistant was trying to calm the ballerina who already grabbed another vase to throw into the floor. "I'm sure that woman is nothing significant,"

"Don't be upset? Somebody mocked at me tonight!" Feather's innocent face turned into a real meanie. "Who is that woman? I'll make sure she'll pay for what she did!"

Feather crashed the vase into the hard flooring. The ceramic shattered across the floor and a few small pieces made it to Feather's skin and left small cuts.

Upon seeing this, Jang Ami rushed to her worriedly and shouted "Miss Han! You had injured yourself!"

The commotion in Feather's room got everyone's attention in the house, including her mother Fara Han. When she opened Feather's room, she saw the mess and the small cuts in her daughter's skin.

"Feather? What's all this?" The ballerina's mother asked. She was used to Feather's tantrums and she was already expecting this outburst from her. However, she didn't quite expect that her daughter would end up hurting herself.

Feather was modest and kind in front of the media but inside the Han's household, every servant knew how bad her temper was.

"Mama!" Feather's expression turned more upset when Fara came. "Mama, have you not seen what happened earlier? How could you let someone steal my night?"

"Feather, do not talk to me that way!" Fara chided, she knew how spoiled her daughter was and even she herself was already bothered by her childish tantrums, however since she was her own blood, she always covered up for her.

Besides, Feather was her golden trophy and her means to remain as the Madam of the Han household. Thus, she just let her daughter do whatever she wanted as long as it benefits both of them. Her only challenge was her daughter's tantrums.

She closed the door and went deeper into the room where Feather and her assistant were standing. Calmly, she beeped into the kitchen's quarters to summon a maid to clean her daughter's mess.

With her mother's apathy, Feather tried to grab another expensive thing to break. "How are you so calm with all this? How can you let your own daughter suffer such humiliation?"

"And what do you get from breaking those vases?" Fara replied with so much cool as she sat on the sofa. "Do you think these childish tantrums will help? Look at yourself and those cuts, such an ugly sight to see!"

"And what do you propose I do mama?" Feather retorted with rage. "Sit here and watch while M Conglomerate's president is being snatched in front of my face?"

"Feather my daughter, I'm not telling you to watch while President Hawk is being snatched away. Besides, who says someone can snatch Hawk from you?" Fara said as she tamed the tip of her curls. She was in the process of brushing her hair when she heard Ami's scream.

"Everyone knows how Hawk was so fond of the Han's heiress,"

Her mother had a point. Hawk was so devoted to the Han's heiress and so a random mysterious girl could not compete with that, no matter how alluring she can be. Hearing this, Feather's raging veins subsided and instead of throwing more tantrums, she went to sit with her mother.

"Mama then what should I do?" Her voice was tender this time as she held her mother's hands "I don't want anyone to go between President Hawk and I,"

"All you have to do is be the Han's heiress," Fara smiled viciously as she tapped her daughter's hand, and with emphasis, she repeated. "The only Han's granddaughter,"

Feather understood her mother's words. She had already known Hawk before when they were kids, back when the Monsanto household went into hiding and she herself had witnessed back then how crazy and faithful he can be when he's in love. So there was nothing to worry about.

"I already am the Han's heiress and there can be no one else exempt from me," Feather said the words like a vow and this gave delight into her mother's face. In due time, Feather will marry into one of the richest families in the country and they need not worry about anything else by then, not even the slightest care if the Han's will end up turning against them. Although, that possibility was already impossible since Feather was the heir to all their wealth.

"Good," She complimented her resolution, "Now listen to your mother and let's make those small cuts in your skin of advantage,"

"Huh?" Feather's flawless head formed few lines, "Mama these are only small cuts, they don't even hurt,"

"Of course it doesn't. But you can use it to get some of President Hawk's attention and make him regret why he danced to another woman tonight…" Fara grinned and turned to her daughter's assistant.

"…Ami, secure an appointment to the doctor tomorrow to treat Feather's cuts and make sure President Hawk knows"

Hearing Fara's words, both Feather and Ami smiled satisfactorily. Instead of sulking about what happened tonight, Feather ended up practicing how she will make President Hawk regret leaving her at their own engagement party.

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