Colorful_madness

#Rated 18-Mature Themes

Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district.
There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house.

Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her.

Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse.

A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch.
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"TAKE IT OFF!"

Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade.

"My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric.

"I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully.

Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!"

Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself."

Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully.
Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off.

'This has to work. It has to…’

Mated to the Mad Lord

Fiona had just woken up to the light glare of the sun on her face. Her body felt a bit weaker, but she simply smiled in response as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and turned to the side. A frown appeared on her face when she realized that not only was the other side of the bed empty, but it also seemed like it hadn't been slept in at all.

Propping herself up, she looked around, only for a sliver of a smile to reappear on her face as she noticed a bouquet of flowers in a jar—more than a hundred white roses. Fiona instantly pushed off the bedsheet and strode barefoot toward it, her smile growing bigger as she picked up the note and read what was written on it in fine, legible handwriting.

"I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did. Had to leave... will be back soon!" Her smile widened as she read each word before placing the note back on the table. She bent down to smell the roses, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

Pregnant?