Novels by Skarlet-Rosé

It had been a little over three months since Mom married Richard, and to say my life was a disaster would be a massive understatement.After they came back from their honeymoon, they hosted a small family dinner to celebrate the union. I went out of obligation, but I regretted it the second I walked through the door. Throughout the entire dinner I kept catching hidden glances from Greg. I knew it was him because of the direction the stares were coming from. It was so wrong for him to be looking at me like that, and even worse that part of me liked it.Every family gathering after that, Greg would show up and find ways to get close to me. Sitting next to me at the table. Brushing his hand against mine when passing plates. Making innocent little comments that felt anything but innocent. I started avoiding everything I possibly could.Which brought us to now.“Why can’t you attend?” Mom asked over the phone, sounding genuinely sad and a little hurt.

I sat in the far corner of the big banquet hall like some unwanted guest at my own mother’s wedding.The music was loud and upbeat, people were laughing, dancing, clinking glasses, and having the time of their lives. The whole place smelled like fresh flowers, expensive perfume, and that weirdly sweet scent of wedding cake. My mom looked absolutely beautiful swaying in Richard’s arms. She was glowing in a way I hadn’t seen since I was a kid. They looked so happy, so in love, like they were the only two people in the room.I should’ve been happy for her. I wanted to be happy for her. She’d been single for over ten years since Dad died, and Richard was actually a good man. He treated her right. He made her laugh. He never made her feel small or like she had to beg for attention. For once in her life, she had someone who chose her every single day.But instead of feeling happy, I just felt… displaced. Like I was watching someone else’s fairytale while my own life was quietly falling apar

The crisp morning air filtered through the open curtains, but it did nothing to cool the heat still lingering on my skin. My entire body felt tired and spent — deliciously used. Lord Blackwood had taken me on every surface in this grand room last night. On his desk where he worked, bent over like a common whore. Against the wall until my legs gave out. Even pressed against the tall window where anyone could have seen if they looked up at the right moment or took a walk at night. I could still hear his growled words echoing in my mind. “This cunt was made for your lord.” And when I was shaking, begging him to stop after so many rounds: “You’re doing so beautifully for me, my little pervert maid.” I hid my face in the pillow, cheeks burning with embarrassment as I remembered how I had confessed — in the middle of being fucked senseless — that I had taken this job just to be close to him. He had laughed darkly and replied, “Shhh… don’t worry. It was all worth it. You get to be f

"Kneel on the bed,” Lord Edmund commanded, his thumb tracing slow, sensual circles along my spine.I was so mesmerized by the heat of his body and the sheer presence of him that I barely registered his words. My mind had gone hazy with need.“You love making me repeat myself, don’t you?” His voice dropped lower, darker, more dangerous. “I said knees. Now.”The snap in his tone sent a fresh throb straight to my core. I scrambled off his lap and crawled onto the massive bed, kneeling with my back to him. It was difficult with my wrists still bound behind me, but I managed, pressing my forehead against the cool silk sheets.I felt the mattress dip as he moved closer. The weight of his stare on my exposed body made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.“I need to punish you properly,” he said, his voice low and rough. I heard a drawer open and close, then the soft rustle of fabric. “Without punishment, you’ll keep sneaking around like a disgusting little pervert, touching yourself to

“We’re just getting started on your punishment, little maid,” Lord Edmund murmured, his voice dark velvet as he caressed my tear-streaked cheek with false gentleness.I knew better than to trust that softness. His eyes were calculating, hungry, like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey after weeks of teasing.He wiped the dried tears from my eyes with his thumb, never breaking eye contact. Then his fingers moved skillfully to his neck, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. The silk moved with ease as he pulled it free.“Turn around.”I obeyed before my mind could even protest. Kneeling on the carpet with my back to him, I felt incredibly vulnerable. His hands glided over my shoulders and down my front, tugging the front of my nightdress down until my breasts spilled out into the cool night air. My nipples hardened instantly from the chill and sheer nervousness. I shivered.Before I could react, he wrapped the tie around my wrists, binding them tightly behind my back. The si

I stared at the wall in front of me, frozen in pure shock.The hand over my mouth tightened slightly as Lord Edmund’s raspy, dangerous voice brushed against my ear from behind.“You naughty little thing,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Listening to me fuck other women… sneaking into my bed while I was gone… touching that desperate little pussy on my sheets.”My cheeks burned with humiliation. I tried to pull away, but his grip only grew stronger, his large body pressing me down against the mattress.“Are you trying to act coy now that I’ve finally caught you?” His voice was low and mocking. “That’s not how you behaved when you had your pussy spreaded in the air for me, is it?”His other hand slid boldly between my legs from behind, cupping my soaked cunt possessively. I let out a breathless, broken moan as his fingers squeezed, rubbing my wetness against my folds.Clarity hit me like cold water.I struggled harder, twisting and pushing until he finally released me. I s

Sebastian stepped into his private office the next morning with dark circles shadowing the skin underneath his eyes. His expression was grim as he hung up his coat. He had spent the entire night pacing, practicing exactly how he would handle the delicate issues currently at hand.The main, suffocating issue was the threat of Eric running an in-depth medical screening on Autumn. If a specialist checked her blood for anomalies, the entire game would be up. Sebastian knew he had to halt any further poisoning immediately. He just had to stop,for now, at least. Even if the sudden pause temporarily slowed his progress, he could always resume the dosages when the time was right, or when the household dynamic grew calmer.The abrupt vibration of his phone cut through his spiraling thoughts. Running a hand through his hair, he pulled the device from his pocket.“Hello,” he answered, not even bothering to glance at the caller ID.“Hi, Sebastian,” Autumn’s voice drifted through the line. She sou

The grand dining room of the estate was buzzing with a low energy as Eric sat alone, waiting for Autumn to return. He had specifically instructed the kitchen staff to prepare her favorite dishes for dinner. Fin had already been tucked in safely for the night, leaving the expansive table set for the adults.To pass the time, Eric kept himself busy, scrolling through briefs on his phone while he waited for her to show up.The sound of approaching footsteps echoing down the hallway brought him out of his thoughts. He looked up expectantly, a rare soft smile beginning to form on his face only for it to be completely wiped away, instantly replaced by a scowl.“Throne,” Eric said, his voice dropping into a low register as his eyes locked onto the intruder. “What the hell are you doing in my home?”“Chloe invited me,” Sebastian replied smoothly. Entirely unbothered by the venom in Eric's tone, he calmly pulled out a chair and took a seat at the table.

Sophia paced around her office anxiously, the clicking of her heels against the hardwood flooring did little to soothe her racing mind. She didn’t know what else to do but worried herself tired. Ever since her meticulously crafted plan had gone up in smoke, she was entirely at a loss for how to proceed.Initially, she had only designed the media leak to teach Autumn a harsh lesson, a warning to stop getting herself involved in a relationship where she didn't belong. But the scheme had backfired spectacularly. The memory of it still made her blood run cold.[A Few Days Ago]Sophia sat in her plush leather chair, twirling herself around with pure joy. A smug grin graced her features as she stared at the ceiling. ‘By now, they’ll be trapped in a vicious argument, screaming at one another over who leaked their private marital drama to the public,’ she thought maliciously.A firm knock at the office door instantly wiped the smile off her face.“Come in,” she called out, smoothing down her

Autumn returned to her office, immediately throwing herself back into sourcing a replacement lead for the project. The Senior Director's revealing words at the Ministry had caught her completely off guard, and the embarrassment of it still burned. Finding out that their primary financial backer was teetering on the edge of ruin and hearing it directly from a government official had made her feel like an inexperienced fool on the grand stage. This was the exact professional nightmare she had fought to avoid, and her fear had been actualized solely due to the gross financial mismanagement within the Kingston Group. Which brought her to her current debacle: cutting the Kingston Group entirely out of the Nexus Project. She wasn't afraid of Eleanor or whatever pathetic corporate retaliation the woman might attempt, but Eric was her true concern. Despite the fact that he was no longer acting as the CEO, it was still his family's legacy. It was his father's life's work. That history was t

Sebastian, true to his word, had started with his new task, waiting for the perfect moment to begin the poisoning process with the potent new drug. He was completely determined to initiate it as soon as possible so he could help speed up the separation between the couple.His plan was as simple as it could be: cause Autumn’s miscarriage and immediately use that devastating opportunity to distance her from Eric. He would lead her straight to a divorce, striking a definitive, fatal blow to Eric’s untouchable ego. He was going to turn Eric's newfound adoration into his biggest weakness, exploiting it until nothing remained of the Kingston name.Sebastian had spent the entirety of the morning and early afternoon staring intensely at the surveillance feeds of the office floor, hunting for a single window of opportunity to apply his first concentrated dosage. But it seemed virtually impossible with her being anchored to her computer screen all day, completely buried in h

The rhythmic tapping of leather shoes was the only sound that echoed through the vast, dimly lit living space. Sebastian sat on the lone sofa, his gaze fixed piercingly on the midnight sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. His face was set in a permanent scowl, twisted by the recent turn of events.His initial strategy to isolate Autumn, separate her from Eric, and cause chaos within their household had tremendously backfired. Instead of fracturing, the couple had made up. The gaping hole he had managed to create in their marriage had been repaired by some unknown variable. He had gone fishing for details from Chloe under the guise of a concerned friend, but that endeavor had proven entirely frivolous. She had gently rebuffed his prying, stating she didn't want to get involved in her uncle's marriage because he finally seemed happy. She had even asked Sebastian point-blank if he wasn't happy about this new development. He had quickly diverted the topic, feigning deep concern that C

The sky was already clearing by the time I finished formulating my next move. With the first light of dawn, I decided it was time to handle this once and for all. I needed to get to the root of the rot in my own house. I took the private stairs to my office, avoiding the staff; I didn't trust what I would do to them. They were all complicit. Every one of them had disobeyed my orders.Opening the mind-link, I commanded, "Hannah, come to my office. Now." I enunciated every syllable with intent."Good morning, Lucien. Is something the matter?" she replied, using that faux-niceness she used to charm everyone. I closed the link without a word to let her know I meant business.Three minutes later, she knocked. I told her to enter.As she stepped in, her eyes darted everywhere except at me. I let the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating."Lucien, you wan—""It is 'Your Majesty' to you," I cut her off. She was getting too big for her breeches, and I needed to remind her of the vast chasm b

Lucien’s Pov I reached the castle gates just after midnight. The guards greeted me with deep bows of total submission, but I was focused on only two things: getting inside and securing the safety of the figure in my arms.Seraphina.Seraphina was bruised, beaten, and unrecognizable from being left outside for God knows how long. I had only taken a brief business trip abroad, and the first thing I heard upon my return was that she had been thrown into the woods because she was "being disrespectful to Hannah." Hannah had no right to give her a punishment I had specifically forbidden.I reached the castle doors and didn't bother knocking; I kicked them open with my foot. The frantic noise inside ceased instantly. I stepped in, ignoring the stares of the staff. They were likely wondering why I was naked and carrying a bloody, bruised woman, but I didn't care. I ignored everyone, including Hannah, who stood shocked; whether by my nakedness, Seraphina's state, or the fact that she was even

Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of physical violence and attempted sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. It had been three days since the guards threw me into the woods per Hannah’s orders. I had been managing by foraging for berries and roots, praying I hadn’t eaten anything poisonous. I was lost, wandering aimlessly in circles. It was only a matter of time before a wild animal found me, or I died from starvation, dehydration, or hypothermia. Whichever came first. My luck just kept getting worse. From the frying pan into the fire itself. Abandoned at birth, and now this was my fate. I was sure Hannah had already made up a story about my disappearance to Monsieur Aurelien. Or maybe he wouldn't have cared anyway. He seemed to hate my guts for whatever reason. I wonder if he came back home and noticed I was gone, I thought bitterly. I wonder if he freaked out

The next day was filled with another round of mental torture. I was constantly fighting off thoughts of the wolf from last night. Its eyes reminded me vaguely of Monsieur Aurelien, but I didn’t want to get myself into bigger trouble by mentioning something so absurd to him. What if he kicked me out? Or worse, what if he was the wolf from last night and tried to eat me—and not in the romantic way? I was terrified of him. Thankfully, he was still ignoring me, or else I would be shaking like a leaf if he saw me. I was also thankful that the witch Hannah was busy with whatever she did as Head of Estate Affairs. I finished preparing his breakfast. I tried calling for Mrs. Higgins but couldn't find her anywhere. I really didn't want to deliver his food by myself. I really didn't want to interact with him at all. I looked for another maid, Beth. “Have you seen Mrs. Higgins?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light without showing my

I scrubbed the last of the silver polish from my hands, but the grey stains wouldn't budge. They were etched into my skin, just like the exhaustion etched into my bones. It was midnight. I was sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the castle felt oppressive tonight. Lucien’s coldness in the hallway—Get back to work—played on a loop in my head. I couldn't take the isolation anymore. I grabbed my new phone and tapped Eliza’s name. She picked up on the first ring. "Serphina? Are you okay? It's late." "I hate him," I groaned, flopping back onto the pillows. "I hate my boss. I hate his stupid silver goblets. I hate his perfect face." "Whoa, slow down," Eliza said, her voice sounding tinny. "I need backup for this. Hold on." The screen flickered, and suddenly, the call split into four squares. Eliza was in the top left. In the top right

Three days. It had been three days since Lucien found me in the library. Three days since he promised me peace. Three days since he looked at me with that burning, terrifying intensity that made my knees weak. And for three days, he had treated me like I was invisible. He didn't come to the dining room for breakfast anymore. Mrs. Higgins collected the trays and took them to his study, returning them an hour later, empty and silent. He didn't walk past the kitchen. He didn't summon me to critique the sauce or complain about the texture of the bread. The Estate, which had felt so electric and energy just a few days ago, now felt cold. Empty. I stood at the stainless steel island, chopping carrots with aggressive force. Chop. Chop. Chop. "Is something wrong with the vegeta