The Deviant CEO

From the reinforced steel gate to the main white mansion, every single military guard in uniform stood at tension, commanding respect as a matte black Lamborghini Aventador drove into the grand palace.

Coming to a soft stop at the luxurious park, a guard rushed to the backseat door, opening it wide.

A pair of expensive black shoes stepped out of the car, belonging to a guy whose looks could be compared to a demigod's.

Ocean eyes with long lashes on top, well-outlined jawline, tempting lips, attractive tallness, and mullet hair.

His cologne seized the air as he looked around the palace as if it's his first time here.

The palace compound is a majestic oasis, surrounded by high walls adorned with detailed carvings and opulent tile work with a grand entrance featuring a majestic gatehouse.

He took his time, breathing in as much palace air as he could while the maids rushed out to take his bags.

"Welcome back home, second prince"

"We're glad to have you back, your highness"

The maids were greeting as they got the two black bags out of the car trunk, and when he turned around to give them a reply, one of them mistakenly matched his shoe, and her eyes widened when she realized what she had done.

"I'm so sorry!" She quickly dropped on her knees.

"Please forgive me your highness! I'm willing to take any punishment!" She was trembling as she quickly took off her blouse.

She's left in just her black bra as she brought the blouse to the shoe, but before she could wipe with it, he shifted his shoe back, then he began walking into the white mansion, a sprawling structure that embodies the epitome of luxury and grandeur.

"Get the fûck up and cover up" his voice came with an accent. He was walking as he talked.

"I appreciate your kindness, your highness" the maid stood with a big smile, putting her blouse back on before joining the others to pull the bags inside.

Getting to the high-celilinged foyer, a middle-aged lady was already waiting, her hair pulled into a neat bun and her outfit depicting elegance.

She's Victoria, the first queen of this palace.

She widened her arms with a big smile immediately she sighted him.

"Welcome back, Colt" she voiced, her excitement so obvious in her tone.

Colt walked right into her arms, giving her a hug on the sweeping staircase.

"I thought you were gonna settle down in Paris for good, it's been five long years" she said, causing Colt to break the hug with a fleeting smile.

"I went there to give myself a break, not settle down"

"Five years break?" Victoria chuckled, looking him fondly in the eyes.

"Don't take it to heart" Colt replied, and she chuckled again, their closeness so obvious.

"His Majesty is out of the palace for a function right now with the prime minister, so you'll meet him when he returns at night. By the way, the prime minister got married" she said.

"The same prime minister I know? If that dog got married, then every other man in this city should get a wife easily" Colt said, undiluted hatred coating his rich voice.

"His wife is probably the most pitiful lady in this city. I pity the poor girl" Victoria shook her head.

"She deserves anything happening. Why would any lady in her right fuçking mind get married to that motherfûcker? For the money?" Colt replied.

"Enough of the talk about the prime minister and his wife, I'll escort you to your room" Victoria held his arm, and he didn't argue before they both turned to the stairs.

They were about to start climbing up when they saw another woman standing there.

Heavy makeup, dark hair pulled into a neat bun too, with heavy accessories. She looks extra.

Anger immediately settled in Colt's eyes when he sighted her.

She's Rania, the second queen of this palace, his own mother who's a known violent woman. She's aggressive and a depressed sadist who turned this way cos of a past incident.