Legal Wife v Mistress
Angel's POV
"Where's that bitch?"
The room stilled.
I stopped mid-sentence, my gaze shifting slowly to the doorway. And there she was—Catalina D'Amano, in full-blown meltdown, with rage practically carved into every muscle of her face.
I dismissed the employees around me with a simple flick of my fingers. They exchanged worried glances, murmured polite goodbyes, and exited the room.
The last one shut the door quietly behind them.
"I'm sure you're pleased with yourself," she spat, heels clicking aggressively as she stalked further inside.
"After destroying my marriage, you're now sitting pretty in my husband's company—barking orders like you built this place. You turned Raul against me, used your fake charm to suck him dry of everything—his name, his money, his goddamn sanity. You're nothing but a gold-digging slut."
Her voice cracked toward the end—desperation clawing beneath the fury.
I rolled my eyes, her words bouncing off me like pebbles. I'd heard worse from tabloids and trolls.
"Get out," I ordered, my voice sharp as a blade.
Her eyes widened, fury mingling with disbelief.
"Did you just order me?"
She stormed toward me, her hand raised to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-air, my grip firm, my nails digging slightly into her skin.
"Don't mistake my silence to your taunts for submission, Catalina," I seethed, my voice low and icy, my glare pinning her in place.
"I'm not some fragile doll you can push around. Cross me, and I'll crush every bone in your body and burn what's left without a second thought."
Fear flickered in her eyes, quick and raw, but she masked it with a sneer.
"You bitch...." she started, but I cut her off.
"Oh, I know I'm a bitch, Catalina," I cut her off, stepping forward so our faces were almost touching.
"But I'm the bitch your husband actually smiles for. The one who makes him laugh, moan, and forget every second of the miserable years he spent with you. You want a secret, Catalina?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a sultry whisper.
"Keep Raul safe," I whispered. "I've fallen for him, and I'm coming for him—all of him. You'd better hold on tight, because soon he'll be mine, and you'll be left with nothing but your screams."
I kissed her cheek with a slow, taunting grace, then stepped back with a wink, watching the blood drain from her face and rage ignite in her green eyes.
She let out a banshee scream—whether it was from fury or helplessness, I couldn't tell, and I didn't care.
I chuckled, and sauntered out, leaving her to unravel in my office like the madwoman she'd become.
The hallway buzzed with whispers, employees stealing glances as I walked by.
I'd carved out a place here, not just as Raul's lover but as a force in his company, my financial acumen earning me a role that commanded respect. Yet Catalina's accusations clawed at me, stirring doubts I'd buried deep.
Was I just the other woman, a fleeting obsession, or was Raul as consumed by me as I was by him?
All our memories and his promises still burned against my skin, but passion alone wasn't enough—I needed certainty, something real to hold on to.
I pushed open Raul's office door without knocking, finding him leaning against his desk, reviewing documents.
His tailored suit hugged his broad frame, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal the strong forearms that haunted my dreams.
He glanced up, his blue eyes locking onto mine, a spark of hunger flaring, tempered by exhaustion.
"Baby girl," he drawled, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver through me. "You look like you just went to war."
I stepped closer to Raul, my movements deliberate despite the storm brewing inside me.
"Your wife paid me a visit," my was voice low and edged with steel, irritation lacing every word.
"She's not thrilled about my new role here, or the fact that I've got your heart." I met his gaze
He chuckled, low and dangerous, stepping closer until his woodsy scent enveloped me.
"She has no say in how I run my company or who I choose to keep as an employee," he murmured.
"Let her be displeased, Tesoro," he added, his fingers gliding along my jaw as he tilted my face toward his. "She can't touch you, Angel. You're untouchable—because you're mine."
I held his gaze, my heart pounding, but I didn't melt into him.
"Am I, Raul?" I asked, my voice sharp, vulnerability creeping in. "Or am I just your dirty little secret until you are tired of me? Catalina and the world thinks I'm using you, but sometimes I wonder if you're using me."
The words poured out—raw and unfiltered—driven by my altercation with Catalina and the reality of what Raul and I truly are.
His eyes darkened, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, gripping lightly but possessively.
"You think I'd risk everything for a fling?" he growled, pulling me close, his breath hot against my lips.
"You're my fucking world, angel. I'd burn it all down for you—company, marriage, everything."
My heart raced, his words igniting a fire in my core, but I pressed a hand to his chest, keeping him at bay.
"Then why the delay, Raul? Why not leave her? I'm not some sidepiece waiting for scraps."
My voice trembled, but I stood firm, needing answers more than his touch.
He sighed, his grip softening, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
"It's complicated, tesoro—family ties, business deals, things I'm unraveling. But it's not about keeping you as a mistress forever or having regrets. Never. I'm working on creating something solid with you, I swear."
His voice was earnest, but the vagueness stung. I searched his eyes, seeing truth but also shadows.
"I'm holding you to that," I mumbled, my tone half-biting, half-pleading, leaning in to brush my lips against his, a fleeting challenge rather than a surrender.
"Don't make me wait too long, please."
He smiled, his hand lingering on my cheek.
"Patience, angel. You'll have everything, and more."
Our gazes locked, a silent conversation weaving through the charged air, speaking a million unspoken words—promises, doubts, desires.
He cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing my skin with a tenderness that made my breath catch.
Then, he leaned in, and captured my lips in a kiss that was soft, sweet, not the usual fire of our passion but something deeper, more vulnerable.
My palm pressed against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart, and I melted into the gentle rhythm of his lips, the world fading away.
My fingers tangled in his dark hair, the strands soft and familiar, pulling me deeper into the moment.
I was lost, drowning in the warmth of his touch, when the door swung open with a sharp creak.
Catalina's presence hit like a cold gust, shattering the spell.
I pulled back, my lips tingling, my heart lurching as I turned to face her.
She stood in the doorway, her green eyes blazing with a mix of fury and betrayal, her blonde hair slightly askew, as if she'd stormed through the building to catch us.
Her hands clenched into fists, her chest heaving, and for a moment, I thought she might scream.