Ordered To Serve His Mistress: Heiress's Revenge

My fiancé sent me a text ordering me to serve his mistress, unaware that the waitress holding the tray was actually the daughter of the man who owned his soul.

I was working undercover at his club, playing the role of a poor nobody to test his character before our wedding.

But tonight, the test ended in disaster.

His mistress, Jaden, walked in and treated me like dirt. When I brought her drink, she slapped the tray, spilling scalding coffee all over my hand.

The pain was white-hot. My skin blistered instantly, peeling away in angry red patches.