Violeta Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~Alpha Maverick~ Violeta, visibly distressed, dabbed at her teary eyes. “My maternity leave will start in a few months. I only want to ensure I’ve set the groundwork before I go, so please don’t be offended,” she said in a sadly resigned tone. The more she spoke, the more my heart ached because, truthfully, Violeta had been working as hard as she should have. I would commend her for that. She had always been a dedicated and valuable asset to the research efforts at Grand Prime, possessing a sharp intellect and commitment.

Austin Portwalt "Violet.. Violet.." I called her as I walked into my apartment in New York. Where is she? "Violet.." I called again and looked around the living room and the kitchen but none. I walked inside my room and saw she was laying on my bed. "Violet." I called but there's no answer from her. I walked towards her and she's sleeping.. wait.. why is her face so pale and she's sweating? I quickly put the back of my hand to her forehead. It's burning..

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .

She knew something. “Mira,” she said. “What do you mean by ‘Why would the priestess say something like that?” She shook her head like she was trying to make sense of the whole thing. “The sores could be cured with cloves and a few wild flowers. And there was no such thing as avoiding each other. Violet’s powers were obviously fighting against that.” “And that was why she was constantly weak. She was subconsciously fighting. There's just a bit of it left. And now you hate her again.” She said the last statement like it was a fact.

By morning, the entire college would know that Violet had left Colin’s party in my arms. Good. Let them know she was under my protection. But would she recall that she said she would date me? I walked toward my house. Violet buried her face in my chest, refusing to release my shirt. As the drug moved deeper through her body, her behavior became more desperate. She kissed my neck and rubbed herself against my arm as if she couldn’t understand what she needed. Every touch tested my control. “Violet, stop.” “I’m so hot,” she whimpered. “Please touch me.”

Violet gives me the most mesmerizing gaze as she takes a few steps closer till there is almost no room between us. “This morning? I don't know what you're talking about, Leo,” she taunts. Before I can react, Violet grabs my arm and throws me on the bed. I land on my back with her still standing above me. Her lovely brown eyes search my face like a lioness and I find myself unable to move. “Are you referring to when your subordinate messed with me?” Her face is now inches away from mine. “Or are you talking about when you became a walking hurricane of fury because I got hurt?” Violet maintains her stance for a few moments longer before bursting into laughter and stepping back.

Oblivious to her charm, the woman with red hair and violet eyes continued to pluck flowers. “Drip by drip, your blood will stain. I'll wear your pain like silk and chain,” Violet finished the last verse of the song as she plucked the last poison flower and dropped it into her basket with a pleased smile. With the task complete, she pivoted on her heels, the hem of her gown sweeping against the grass as she made her way back to the hut. The teasing sway of her delicate curves and the graceful arch of her spine held a temptation that not even a monk could resist.

Hiding behind nobility when really I was just a coward. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of becoming something else. Afraid of— “Enzo Santini. As I live and breathe.” I looked up. Violet. She stood at the edge of the VIP section, barely dressed in her costume. Red lace that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “Violet.” I didn’t move. Just watched her with detached interest. “Mind if I join you?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Just sank onto the couch beside me. Close. Too close.

Just one name placed exactly where the wound had never healed. Violet moved before she thought. Not dramatically. Not like a heroine in a movie. She simply leaned forward enough to break the line between father and son. Alistair’s eyes shifted back to her. Amusement faded. “You are not the first woman to mistake proximity to a Cain man for protection,” he said. The room went cold. Violet met his eyes. “No,” she said. “But I might be the first one who read the contract before mistaking anything.” Benedict’s smile sharpened.