If you thought Cedric was bad, Steve is going to be his dad. (Not literally, just an exaggeration)

Be ready 😉
A dark romance with a black flag🏴🏴

Actually I thought of keeping this story extremely darkm ainly because it's a love after marriage.

But again, before we begin, I must warn you all that the personality of ml in this book is no joke.

He's going to be extremely manipulative, jealous, possessive, toxic, and controlling.

(If Dante Russo was in 1800s 😅)

So, if you are uncomfortable, please go read my other stories.
This one is love after marriage with a chaotic fl and a manipulative ml.

If this prologue gets enough votes and comments to actually continue it, only then I will start this story. Till then, enjoy the prologue.

I am sorry if it sounded rude but I am not setting any targets, just want you all to comply with me and support this story. Because what's the point of writing a story you all won't like?

Lastly but not least, If you love an obsessive sociopath,
This one's for you.
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Do you what happens when a bird is trying to fly away from it's cage?

Either the master tightens the cage or bettter yet, cuts her wings.

On a fine summer day in broad daylight, the chirping sounds of the birds are rather aggressive and loud enough to pierce one's ears. But none of them know the reason why they are doing so?

Inside a room inside a court, there sat a woman in a bridal red heavy worked lehenga and beside her, stood a man.

Tall enough to reach the street lamp, fair enough to be called 'porcelian doll', handsome enough to make all the surrounding ladies grit their teeth, seeing him getting married to a woman whose not even from Britain.

And sharp enough to make such a decision almost immediately after it was proposed.

On one hand that he was proudly standing in his position after signing the marriage contract, he peircingly looked at his future wife who was now signing the marriage contract.

Even though the woman herself was no less than a goddess herself. With her lustrous deep brown hair, tied in a knee-length braid, her almond shaped brown solely fixated on the contract in front of her and not even taking a glance at her future husband.

And her future husband as well, even though he's marrying such a beautiful woman, he didn't even bothered to look at her face, let alone her eyes.

She knows that it's not her will to be married off to such a man who is desired by every woman possible. But when responsibility comes forth, Everything becomes small and so does, freewill.

And behind them, were standing an Indian couple, who were looking mockingly happy at this marriage.

But most shocking part, no one dared to oppose it, not even the bride and groom.

And after singing the papers, the man sitting in front of them, finally officially announced them as husband and wife.

I am exhausted now. With all these marriage stuff and this ridiculously handsome jerk who knows nothing about emotions or basic human feelings.

Who stares at his future wife in such a deadly way?

Anyways, it's not my life I am living. I want to return back to my life, somehow. I have to find a way back before it's too late.

Seriously, I just went to my village to enjoy my vacation, how in the world did I messed it all up?

The last thing I remember is that I was exploring an abandoned house in my village when I think I triggered some kind of spell and then a bright white light hit my eyes and I lost consciousness.

And when I woke up, I was already in some else's body and before I could get time to understand anything, I found myself in a wedding dress and in a moment, this body's real owner's memories started flooding in, paining my head just few minutes before this fraudulent marriage.

The woman whose body is now possessed by me, is an illegitimate child of an Indian count who works for the East India company. Her mother was a maid for the count.

And when her biological mother died, her pathetic father married a noble viscount's daughter and that's how my step mother arrived in my mansion.

Because this couple had some debt left to be paid to this man, he decided to sold me off as the repayment of the debt and because this man also needed a wife for some reason, he casually agreed without even seeing me.

And this woman's will? No one cared about that.

But only, if only I had possessed a little earlier, I would have stopped this marriage but I opened my eyes as her just when she was entering the courtroom.

Her parents are so lowly that they can't even prepare a proper marriage setting but then again, I am married to a British Officer. What can I expect? A grand wedding ceremony?

Her husband, oh sorry, my husband is a handsome man but without any sort of expression or emotions. I doubt whether he also has a heart or not?

And I am not bluffing about it.

After marriage, he took me to his villa and after guiding me to 'my room', he left and didn't even came inside to oblige the wedding night. Not that I was hoping for it, I am actually quite good with this ignorance and the respectful distance between us.

But I hope to find a way back, as soon as possible. Back to my time.

Upon living there, I came to know that my husband's name is Steve Collins, not that he told me his name or that I read the marriage contract. My personal maid, Mary, told me.

She is only one who talks to me without looking down at me, rest all maids doesn't even bother greeting me just because I stole their man.

So, anyways, he is a navel officer working for East India company and had a huge image in the social circle as the 'ideal bachelor' before he married me. And that's why, every woman, whether maiden or married, looks down upon me.

But even after marriage, because he doesn't acknowledge me much, everyone has taken this marriage for granted and ladies do still approach him but he doesn't pay them any mind like he always used to do. Does this man even have something called a heart? I guess not.

And this marriage was basically planned by Duchess Nerma because her daughter also wanted to get married to him but because he was a officer who could die anytime and is living in India, she decided to marry him off, so that her daughter will not persuade him anymore.

And so, I was chosen as the bride.

I took a dairy from the first day I was reincarnated and started writing my everyday activities and feelings about what I was doing in it. And secretly a plan to escape this timeline.

But after sometime, I convinced the rest of the maids as well, so life became a little easier.

Our relationship was going just fine, both of us living like strangers but then suddenly one day,

We went to a banquet party and we saw Duchess Nerma with her daughter who was throwing daggers at me with her eyes, because I was holding Steve's bicep. Ofcourse, any lady will get jealous seeing such a handsome man, married.

Anyways, what shocked me most was that when introducting me, Steve kept his hand on the small of my back and that was first time, he had touched me after two months of our marriage.

But I thought it was just a one time public thing to show people off that we are living happily. But after that day, he started acting strangely.

As if he was bothered by the fact that I was laughing with the stable man or that other men in the banquet were admiring me.

So much that one day when Duchess Nerma came to meet him in our mansion, he was taking a bath so I excused myself from her intimating presence and went to call my not so dear husband.

But surprisingly, when I said that Duchess Nerma is here, he ignored it but rather called me inside.

I was beyond shock but obeyed him and went inside the large pool area, and saw him in only a towel covering his lower body and he was just casually sitting on the side of the swimming pool.

And calling me near him, he pulled me inside and made me sit on his lap under the water.

I tried to wriggle out but he tightened his hold on me. What has gotten into him? Has he lost his mind? He was never like this? Or did I not notice?

But as if that alone was not shocking, one night when he got to know that I danced with another man in a ball, he suddenly decided to consummate our marriage.

"Wh-what are you do-doing?"

I looked at him with fearful widened eyes when he hovered over me on the bed and just as I was about to escape, he held my wrists and prevented me from escaping and pulled me right back in, putting me right beneath his huge body, pinning me against the bed.

"Wh-why?"

"You enjoyed the company of another man, right?"

What is he talking about? Did I ever complain when he was other ladies? Did I ever say anything when he let them hang over his hand like a couple?

"Why are you angry?"

"I don't know why I am angry but I am and it's your fault."

He said as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck and in his deep rapsy voice, he mumbled,

"The fact that other man laid his hands on you is pretty much making me angry and it's driving me insane."

"Wh-why do you care?"

"Because you are my wife, not Daniel's not Frank's, mine. You are mine."

He said and licked a long trail on my neck, making me squeeze my thighs and clenching my fists in his hold.

And in a moment, he pinned both hands above me and slowly started unhooking my blouse.

And don't know what got into me but I even let him. I did imagine him to love me or make love to me but not in this way, not like this. But maybe it's okay if I just let it flow for once, right?

And soon, a time came in the darkness of the night where no sound came, my scream and his words echoed,

My bare naked body, beneath his bulky one was trembling with his each and every touch. It was as if someone is liting a fire on my body.

Each trail of his finger left my body aching for more. I didn't knew that I would be this much needy for a man's touch. Especially a man like my husband.

My mind is continuously rejecting him but my body? My body is betraying me. It's enjoying his tongue on my opening.

The hot deep kisses, the bite marks as if claiming my body as his possession, the lingering touch on every part of my body. It's all making me cry yet giving me pleasure.

Is it even possible for a man to be this skilled?

His face between my legs and savouring my taste and all that pathetic white juices looked ridiculous yet hot.

It was as if he wants to take all of my love, my moans for himself in just one night. Yet he was also giving me what I wanted as if knowing everything, every fantasy of mine.

And just when I thought it has finally ended, this happened,

"You-thrust-are-thrust-my-thrust-wife-"

All the while, my body just bouced like a basketball on the sheets while my hands were tightly gripped above my head and the only thing I could do was to clutch at them as I felt him tearing my skin with every thrust and tears ultimately falling down my eyes.

This is my first time in both of my lives, I never once imagined that a man could be so rough and especially a man who was even inexperienced in such things. Or maybe he is experienced.

And what's his obsession with reminding me every other minute that I am his wife? Does he like teasing me? But more importantly, why am I even giving in to this despicable thing? Why am I giving him what he desires?

What's wrong with me? Or rather what's wrong with him? Why is he doing this when I am thinking about leaving him?

For once, I thought that maybe he's changed and that I can live happily with him but one day when he was out for his council meeting in the capital. Duchess Nerma came to meet me.

And said something which I couldn't deny to and silently left the place,

"Vasudha, your role here ends today and right now, so, you may divorce him now and leave this place. You are no longer needed here."

And so, I signed the divorce papers and sent it to him through post.

But after a week when the envelope came back, the divorce papers were sent as ashes and he wrote a letter saying,

'There will be no divorce between us, so don't even think about sending it to me again.'

But why? He can get any woman he wants then why? Why should I suffer?

And so, I left the place fearing for my life due the upcoming hurricane between the Duchess Nerma and my husband.

And started living in a countryside, far from my parents sight, far from his sight and peacefully, seven months passed by.

When one day, he came back. He came back to me to take me back with him to our mansion.

How is this possible? Didn't he get married to Duchess Nerma's daughter already? That was the sole reason why I left that place.

But what he said while convincing me to come back with him was,

"I can't imagine my life with anyone other than you, little bird. The position of my wife, solely belongs to you and no one is fit for it."

Why? God, why are you playing such tricks on me? Just when I thought I was getting over my feelings for him, he showed up in my life, yet again.

Forcing me to be with him again? Why should I go back with him?

"I will marry her."

The old man in front of me, gasped but immediately nodded his head with his glasses almost falling down his eyes.

If it's politically and socially helping me then there's nothing more I need and as a repayment, this price doesn't sound too bad to deal with.

Thinking this, I went to the court to get married. It's already frustrating me enough to deal with the high noble ladies and especially Duchess Nerma's daughter who has manifested me as her imaginary husband.

If I get to get rid of her, then it's probably profitable for me to get married already. As it is that I don't actually plan to start a family with her.

And I don't care who I get married to anyways. Because I don't intend to indulge with her. She would just have to maintain a social image as my wife and live quietly.

Or so I thought until I met her,

The woman who is supposed to be my future wife, is suprisingly beautiful. But even that couldn't provoke me to harbour feelings for her. Because I have seen many beauties like her.

And so even after marriage I continued to do my work as if I am not married and seeing her around the mansion did gave me some source of relief that she is fulfilling her duties properly.

But it all seemed to change when one day, at the banquet, I noticed other men noticing her.

That, for some reason, boiled my blood and so, I kept my hand over her back to shoo off those leeches from around her.

And for some reason, I liked the idea of touching her like this because this was the first time I ever touched my wife. And I liked it, her small body, fit perfectly in my hands.

But soon, a day came when I saw her dancing with another man and I don't why but something stirred up inside of me which I never experienced.

Why is the sight of her being with another man is bothering me so much? I shouldn't be caring about her, yes, that's how it should be but then, why do I feel like angry? Why do I feel like snatching her away from that man and lock her up in my arms so that no other man would dare to set their eyes on my woman.

My woman? Haa, I shoved my hand through my hands when I recalled what I accidentally called her. That's funny if you ask me.

Maybe if I keep myself busy in a conversation, I will not be bothered that much.

But inevitably, my eyes weren't off from her even for a second. Even when I saw at least twenty women surrounding me right now. The absence of that one woman is suprisingly pissing me off.

Every woman in this ballroom admired me or even looked at me but my beautiful wife, didn't once, even by mistake, took a glance at me.

Am I so unattractive for her?

But why am I thinking about such things? She was just supposed to be a pawn in this game of chess, when did she the become the queen?

But I knew the answer clearly when I saw that damned man leaning in towards my wife's face.

And the next thing I knew, I was already dragging her with me far from the ballroom and that man like a madman.

She was confused as to why I was acting like this. But how am I say that even I don't know why am I acting like this?

And from that day onwards, I was starting to get anxious every time she were to wander off somewhere or if she went to meet that filthy stable man.

And worst part, I didn't even know the cause. But for some reason, I started craving her touch, her sweet moans when she ate those desserts, her smile which she has shown to everyone except me.

I don't why but I want her to bend to me. I want to make her cry. I want her to scream my name for me with my face buried in between her legs.

Maybe I should really go to a doctor?

The day Duchess Nerma came in our mansion, I was just busy collecting my thoughts about her when she herself knocked outside the door and this time, I thought of testing out my feelings.

So, I called her in and when I pulled her in lap, her suprised doe eyes' gaze aroused something in me which made me want to think about many unholy things.

Yet somehow, I controlled myself from ripping off her clothes and taking her just then and there. But I don't know how much longer I can hold it in.

And that only happened which I was afraid of,

When I got to know that she again danced in a ball with that man. I knew that it's time to teach my beautiful wife a lesson and giver her a reminder of who she actually belongs to.

So, without wasting any time, I entered her room at night, just when she came out of the bath. Perfect.

And upon seeing the expression she made when throwing her onto the bed, I knew it well enough. Even though it's our first time tonight, I know I won't be able to hold back anymore.

That's how we started consummating our marriage which was solely made for political and social reasons.

Slowly tracing my fingers on her smooth skin and seeing her teary flustered expression, only then did I realise that I am actually starting to crave this woman. My little crimson.

And her moans were so amusing yet so striking that I didn't let it stop until and unless, she fainted from exhaustion. Even then, I didn't forget to kiss her one last time.

No, this cannot be called a small crave, it's addiction, obsession even and it has reached to such limits that I believe can do anything and everything for her if she just says it and to keep her by my side and prevent her from escaping from my grasp.

Even if it means caging her up in my arms, for eternity.

"If you can't stop thinking about other men then I'll make it so that you'll only think about me, my beautiful little crimson."

And after that blissful night, everything was going fine until I had to go another town for a council meeting, leaving my beautiful wife alone in the den of vipers.

But duty comes first and trusting her, I left the mansion and went to the council meeting.

It was supposed to be a three week meeting but I decided to come back only in one week. The reason?

My wife just sent me divorce papers.

The heck, if she thinks I will divorce her than that's the thing I will not ever do. I would rather love to tie her up in our bedroom so that even the thought of running away or divorcing me will leave her mind.

I'll make it so that she'll learn to obey me and I will make her feel loved if that's what she desires.

Therefore, I burnt the divorce papers and respectfully sent it back to her, warning her never to send such a document to me, ever again.

Little did I know I was too late to return back. Even though I returned 15 days before my returning date.

When I came back, I couldn't find my wife anywhere and only after learning from the maids of our mansion, did I got to know that she has run away from here.

That bright, loud, always smiling, clumsy woman, escaped me? How is that even possible? If she escapes, I'll die.

But after I searched the entire town, I found out that she has escaped from this town as if she never even existed here in the first place.

How dare she run away from me?

No, what if she went to that man? Or some other man? Is that why she sent me a divorce document? No, I will not allow it. Even if she loves someone else, she belongs to me. She is my wife.

"Little crimson, I'll prove it to you, if I can't have you, no one can."

I mumbled walking around my office, throwing and breaking every thing that came in my sight. And only after making sure that each and every object in this room is broken like my heart, did I went to the window and looking at my reflection in the glass, I brought my hand near my lips and planting a light kiss on my wedding ring, I again mumbled.

"Doesn't matter if I have to break her, she won't be escape me now. I just won't let you go, I won't let you leave. Even if I have to keep her in a collar with my name, I won't stop. My beautiful little wife, you just committed your gravest mistake by escaping me and I'll make sure, you pay for it."

And hence, not bothering about Duchess Nerma or anyone else, I started searching for my little crimson.

Because only she can calm down the rage inside of me.

Little crimson, I am coming to find you, so if you planning on hiding, better hide properly because if I catch you, I'll chain you up to me.

You are destined to be mine and mine only.

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Remember, the more one tries to cage up the bird, the more ways, the bird finds to escape. But in the game of this cat and mouse, who do you think will win?

Just so you know, when they had intercourse before she left, she is not pregnant ok? I dont like accidental pregnancy so I won't be writing such a thing.

Rest, hope you like the prologue and do tell me your opinion on it.

Whether you want to continue writing this story or not?

If you have any doubts, pls do ask me.

Have a good day ahead ❤️