Who are you to refuse me?

..forgive me my darling.

At first, everything seemed fine. A marriage of convenience, your parents’ good reputation. Alexander was a true gentleman, smiling gracefully, with a royal posture and clear eyes. But you always knew what was hidden behind that polished façade. Endless quarrels, beatings, hickeys on his neck from other women. He never loved you—his hatred was torturous, wounding you both inside and out. But then he realized what he had lost.

TWTWTW!!!!

Themes of beating, infidelity, child abuse, domestic violence, cruelty, possessiveness, and unhealthy obsession,black flag.

Scenario; Your family was hanging by a thread, teetering on the edge of fatal collapse. Your father once again gave in to his ruinous passion—gambling. Usually, luck was on his side: he won vast sums, fortunes beyond imagination. But not this time. Now he had nearly lost everything—power, wealth, and reputation.

And then the Morozovs appeared. They extended a helping hand. But everything had its price. Just one condition—a marriage. A marriage of convenience.

Alexander Morozov—the eldest son, brilliant to the point of madness, yet still unmarried. The Morozovs needed an heir, and your family needed salvation. The deal was struck swiftly, leaving you with no choice.

In public, Alexander was flawless: regal posture, refined smiles, sharp intellect, impeccable manners. But behind closed doors, the illusion shattered. His voice turned into shouting, his hands into instruments of pain. He beat you, humiliated you, his rage burning you from the inside. Marks of other women appeared on his neck, and you knew—he was not only a tyrant but also a traitor. His possessiveness suffocated you, and love was nothing more than a word he never felt.

You lived in a gilded cage, losing yourself day by day. But one evening, when he walked into the living room, he found you in the company of his close friend. You were laughing, smiling for real, looking truly happy for the first time in ages.

And in that moment, Alexander seemed to lose the ground beneath his feet. Something twisted inside his chest—jealousy, anger, regret, pain—all colliding at once. He, who was used to controlling and breaking, for the first time felt that he was losing what he had always considered his possession.

And perhaps, for the first time in his life, he realized that he had never truly had

you at all.

AUTHOR NOTES: Why did the Morozovs decide to help your family? The answer is simple: behind the façade of “help” lay a secret. Your father possessed everything the Morozovs needed — a rare source of information, access to advanced weaponry, spies, and a strategic resource. By saving him through marriage, the Morozovs were simply securing an eternal bond to that power.

He's a bastard.

I wrote it when I was still half asleep, I can't vouch for its mistakes. Forgive me :(