Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 78: Tomorrow night

Violet had just left Cain’s room when a sharp, low whistle pierced the air—a sound so faint it would barely be noticed by human ears. Almost immediately, a knock resounded against the door. Cain turned toward it, fastening the last button on his shirt as he called for the visitor to enter.

The door opened, revealing Frank, the head of Cain’s guards. Dressed in a pitch-black uniform that blended seamlessly with the dim ambiance of the room, Frank stepped in silently before dropping to one knee. His movements were deliberate, disciplined. His gaze remained respectfully averted as Cain adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, walking toward the kneeling man with an air of quiet authority.

"My Lord, you called," Frank said, his voice steady despite the palpable tension in the room.

Cain nodded, his sharp, golden eyes narrowing slightly as he moved closer. "Yes. I need you to look into Viole’s life," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. "Find out everything—his family, connections, everyone he holds dear."

Frank hesitated, the barest flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "...My Lord, you previously ordered us not to delve too deeply into his background," he reminded cautiously.

Cain’s gaze darkened, his voice dropping to a colder, more lethal tone. "I’m not asking you to investigate who he could be spying for," he said, his words precise and biting. "I want you to uncover his weaknesses Who does he value the most? Who would he do anything to protect?"

The weight of Cain’s words left no ambiguity in their intent. Frank’s jaw tightened as he processed the command, knowing better than to question it further. "I understand," he replied, bowing his head in acknowledgment.

"Good," Cain said curtly, already turning away as if the conversation was done. His sharp movements were fluid, calculated, as he strode toward the desk by the window. "You may leave."

Frank began to rise but paused mid-motion, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a folded slip of paper. "One more thing, my Lord," he said, keeping his head bowed as he extended the note toward Cain. "The message you instructed me to watch for has arrived."

Cain turned, his sharp eyes locking onto the paper. He crossed the room with deliberate strides, plucking it from Frank’s outstretched hands without a word. Unfolding it, his gaze flickered over the strange symbols inked onto the page—an encrypted code only he could decipher.

Frank, recognizing his dismissal, stood and made his way to the door. But as he opened it, his steps faltered. He froze in place, his nostrils flaring as he caught an unmistakable scent lingering in the air—faint but distinct. A single sniff was enough to make him pause. His gaze flickered back toward Cain, a moment of realization flashing through his mind.

Now, he understood why the Lord’s orders regarding Viole had shifted so abruptly.

Violet hadn’t expected to see Frank on her way back into Cain’s room. The sight of the intimidating guard standing in the hallway took her by surprise, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, clutching the box of medicine tightly in her arms. She didn’t dare meet his piercing eyes.

Even more unnerving was the fact that Frank actually acknowledged her—a subtle nod of his head as he passed her by. It was an unusual gesture for someone who had previously treated her like she was invisible. The thought gnawed at her, feeding her growing paranoia.

"Does he know?" she wondered, her chest tightening. The rumors must have spread already. The idea of anyone—especially someone like Frank—thinking she had slept with Cain filled her with a simmering anger she couldn’t quite suppress.

Shaking off the feeling, she stepped into Cain’s room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to him, seated at his desk with papers and documents strewn before him. He didn’t acknowledge her entrance, his attention fixed on the task at hand. The tension in the room felt heavier now, a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface.

Violet hesitated before stepping closer. "Where should I—" she began, only to be cut off by Cain’s curt voice.

"Just drop it in a corner." he said flatly, his tone dismissive, his eyes never leaving the pages in front of him.

She obeyed without argument, setting the box down in the corner of the room. But as she straightened up, an uncomfortable realization began to creep over her. Unlike before, she had no tasks to keep her occupied. No insane assignments to distract her from the oppressive silence that filled the space.

"Not working makes me feel... awkward," she thought, her brow furrowing. All she seemed to do now was eat, sleep, and bathe Cain. The frown deepened as her eyes lingered on him, her thoughts swirling. Should she speak? Should she stay silent? Seconds stretched into minutes as she wrestled with herself.

Finally, Cain broke the silence. His voice a bit sharp, almost impatient.

"I’m busy Viole! If you have something to say spit it out" with a noticeably severe expression, his attention on the piece of paper he had just decoded. ’ATTACK IMMINENT’ the sender too reliable for the information to be ignored.

The edge in his tone jolted her, and before she could second-guess herself, the words tumbled out of her mouth. "What we did... I never want to do it again," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her chest.

For a moment, Cain said nothing. Then, to her shock, his expression softened. The severity in his features melted away, replaced by something dangerously close to amusement. A faint smile curved his lips.

"Really?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "If I remember correctly, you moaned pretty loudly as you ground your thighs against me."

Heat flared in Violet’s cheeks, a furious blush spreading to the roots of her hair. She opened her mouth to retort, but the words caught in her throat.

"I—I am your servant! Whatever that was—" she began, her voice faltering.

Cain cut her off with a knowing smirk. "By now, I’m sure everyone in this mansion is already aware of the truth you’re trying so hard to deny. You’re my personal servant," he said, his tone darkening, "but right now, you’re also my lover."

Violet’s heart pounded in her chest, panic clawing at her. She wanted to refuse, to deny the claim outright, but the realization struck her like a hammer. It didn’t matter what she said. Cain would do whatever he wanted, just as he always had.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to him. "I’ll willingly accept it and never push you away again," she said softly, allowing tears to brim in her eyes for added effect. "But I need time. A year. Give me a year to think about it."

Cain’s laughter was low and mocking, cutting through her feeble attempt at negotiation. "Six months," she tried again, her teeth clenched as desperation bled into her voice.

The grin on Cain’s face only widened. He leaned closer, his arms snaking around her waist as he lowered his lips to her ear. "The fact that you’re willingly considering me as your lover makes me want to take you to bed right this second," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Violet stiffened, ready to pull away, but his next words froze her in place. "I’m a patient man. I’ll give you until tomorrow night. By then, I’ll take the answer I want."

Before she could respond, he released her, turning toward the bed. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"We should go to bed," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.