NO MORALS
Episode 1
Theo the elder son of Anderson family was my brother’s worst enemy
My brother's rival in business in power in fame in everything that exists
But this time instead of destroying my brother…
he chose me
Just one marriage.
one set of vows I never agreed to.
And suddenly, I wasn’t just Ellis—I was going to be his.
I see it in his eyes—this isn’t love It’s revenge It’s possession It’s a claim he refuses to let go
I swore I’d never forgive him I swore I’d never fall for him
My brother always said Theo Anderson was his enemy.
Cold. Ruthless. Dangerous.
The kind of man you should never cross
But I never expected Theo to cross me
One moment, I was invisible—the younger brother who stayed out of family wars. The next, I was standing at the altar, forced into vows I never wanted. His rings on my finger, his name binding me like chains.
Theo Anderson didn’t marry me for love.
He married me because I am my brother’s weakness.
Because to him, I’m the perfect revenge.
Priest
Let's start with the wedding~
Priest
Theo Anderson, do you take Ellis Morris as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?
Ellis Morris
(he is not even showing any emotions how I am supposed to take him as my husband)
Priest
Ellis Morris, do you take Theo Anderson as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?
My lips won’t move I have to say it, but I am not able to
Deep down I know… the moment the words leave me, there will be no escape. Once I give him what he wants, I’ll be bound—chained to him forever
Still, I have no choice For my family, for my brother I must do it
I force my mouth open, but nothing comes out. My throat closes, my body betrays me. Fear coils in my chest, heavy, unrelenting. I don’t know what terrifies me more—speaking the words, or the silence that follows.
unknown
*whisper*
You know they’re waiting Your family The guests All of them ❄️
unknown
Don’t embarrass yourself Don’t embarrass me ❄️
His breath grazes my ear, the whisper soft, poisonous
I turn to him. That smile—calm, unshakable, psychotic—stretches across his lips. A silent warning.
My lungs stutter. For a second, I forget how to breathe from the choking fear that grips my throat every time his eyes lock on mine. His Eyes that just don’t look at me—they feel like they own me.
Theo Anderson
Answer Locura Mía~ *smile*
What is he?
A psycho one second emotionless and the other second he is smiling like he is a damn saint
Ellis Morris
I..I do *clenched fist*
Priest
I announce you as husband and husband
Theo Anderson
*Glare at the priest* he is the wife ❄️
He said pointing his fingers at me like his ego will get hurt if he takes me as his husband if only I could break his attitude and his those fingers
Priest
*Sweat* okay I announce you both as husband and wife
Priest
You may now kiss to seal the marriage
His hands locked around my waist, iron-tight, dragging me against him until our chests slammed together. The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp, my pulse hammering like a trapped bird.
His fingers slid under my chin, forcing my head upward, forcing me to face him. My lashes fluttered shut, too afraid to meet the madness burning in his eyes—the kind of gaze that doesn’t just see you, it consumes you. A gaze that feels less like desire and more like a predator admiring its prey.
I tried to pull back, but his grip only tightened, his breath hot against my skin, his presence suffocating.
And then—
before I could think, before I could scream—
his lips crashed onto mine.
I am officially his....we are officially....married
When my life turned upside down like this? everything was so fine until he saw me until he entered my life like a Strom
I wish he never saw me then, Everything would have been good till now
I wish I can go back in time and change everything......
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Episode 2
The ballroom buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but to me, it felt like a battlefield. Because on one end of the room stood my brother, and across from him — Theo Anderson.
Everyone pretended not to notice, but all eyes flicked back to them when they thought no one was looking. The rivalry wasn’t new—it had been boiling for years. Business deals, political influence, reputation. If my brother took one step forward, Theo took two. If Theo claimed a victory, my brother burned the ground beneath him.
But tonight… it was worse
Their smiles were thin, sharp, brittle. A mask for the war simmering beneath.
Theo Anderson
*coolly, swirling his drink*
Congratulations. I hear you secured the whitmore contract
Thomas Morris
*smirking* Secured? No. I earned it Big difference, Anderson
Thomas Morris
But then again, you wouldn’t know much about winning without cheating
A few men chuckled awkwardly. The tension was thick, crawling into every corner of the room.
Theo Anderson
*voice dropping, almost a growl*
Cheating? Or being smart enough to move before you even step onto the board?
I shifted uncomfortably, wishing I could vanish into the wallpaper. My brother thrived on this, but Theo… there was something dangerous about the way he stood there. Still. Composed. Like a predator deciding when to strike.
Theo Anderson
*leaning in* You think you’ve won because you’re louder? Flashier?
Theo Anderson
Let me tell you something—every empire falls when it gets too arrogant
Thomas Morris
*snapped*
And who’s going to bring mine down? You?
Thomas Morris
*Chuckled coldly* You’ll die trying
The words cut through the air like glass shattering. The small crowd around them went silent. All eyes were on the two men, circling each other like wolves.
And then Theo’s gaze flicked—just for a second—toward me.
Theo Anderson
*soft, venomous*
You talk about protecting what’s yours… yet you’re blind to see the cracks right beside you
Thomas Morris
*Instantly stiffening*
Don’t you dare—
Theo Anderson
*interrupting, smile chilling*
You’ve taken plenty from me. Deals. Clients. Respect.
Theo Anderson
Maybe it’s time I take something from you. Something you’ll never.....win back
The words weren’t shouted. They didn’t need to be. They slithered into the air, heavy, suffocating, final.
My brother’s jaw clenched, eyes burning into Theo’s. For once, he didn’t fire back.
And me?
I froze. My stomach churned. I didn’t even understand what Theo meant… but the way he said it—so certain, so calm—made my skin crawl.
I thought it was just another threat. Another game.
What I didn’t know that night, under those glittering chandeliers, Theo Anderson had already chosen his next move.
I didn’t know then what he meant.
But the way my brother’s jaw clenched, the way Theo’s eyes lingered for a fraction of a second on me before sliding away—
that was the night the seed was planted.
And two months later, it bloomed into the cage I couldn’t escape.
Theo Anderson
The Whitmore contract. Quite the prize. tell me—how much did you bleed to steal it?
Thomas Morris
*smirk* Stole? No, Anderson. I outplayed you. Don’t confuse my skill with your failure
A murmur of amusement rippled through the nearby crowd, but it died quickly when Theo’s eyes swept the room. His presence had weight. He didn’t need to raise his voice—he only needed to exist, and people went silent
Theo Anderson
*leaning closer, voice low, dangerous* Outplayed? Or desperate? Tell me, does it eat you alive that no matter how much you win, you’ll never be me?
Thomas Morris
*laughing, but sharp* You? You’re a shadow. Always chasing. Always behind. That’s where you’ll stay—second place, forever
His words were meant to humiliate, but they didn’t land the way he thought. Theo didn’t flinch. He just smiled—that calm, unsettling smile that made my stomach twist.
Theo Anderson
Second place? Careful. Empires fall, not because of the enemies outside… but because of the cracks inside
The silence after Theo’s words was unbearable. Even the orchestra seemed to hesitate, notes faltering before picking up again like nothing had happened. But everyone was listening. Watching. Waiting.
My brother’s jaw tightened. He wouldn’t let Theo walk away with the upper hand. Not here. Not in front of an audience.
Thomas Morris
*smirking* Big words, Anderson
Thomas Morris
But that’s all they’ll ever be -words
Thomas Morris
You can’t touch me you can’t touch my family That’s the difference between us
Thomas Morris
You’ll always be reaching for things you’ll never have
My brother straightened, feeding off the moment, certain he had put Theo back in his place
But Theo didn’t flinch. He just tilted his glass, studying the wine as if none of this mattered. And then… he looked up. Straight at my brother. Straight through him.
Theo Anderson
Careful Pride has a nasty habit of blinding men right before they lose everything
The words weren’t loud. But somehow, I swear every person in that ballroom heard them.
His smile calm, unsettling, psychotic in its certainty
Theo Anderson
You think I can’t touch you? Watch me ❄️
He set his glass down, turned, and walked away without another word. No shouting. No theatrics.
My brother clenched his fists, but he didn’t chase him. He couldn’t.
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Episode 3
That night at the party was only the beginning
For weeks after, Theo Anderson’s name was everywhere. My brother spoke of him with venom, as if repeating his hatred aloud could somehow keep Theo at bay.
Because soon, Theo started showing up. Not to me directly—at first.
But I noticed him at every event, every gathering, always a few steps away. Always watching.
I thought he’d forget. That his words had only been meant to rattle. But Theo Anderson wasn’t the kind of man who made idle threats.
Then came the first letter
It wasn’t to me. It was to my brother.
Short. Direct. A demand disguised as courtesy
"Give me Ellis. Or I’ll take him myself."
My brother tore it apart in fury, but I saw the fear in his eyes.
And Theo? He was patient. Too patient.
Every business deal turned into war. Every attempt my brother made to push him out only dragged me further in.
And then, one evening—
Theo himself came to our house
Theo Anderson
Your brother took what was mine. I’ll take what’s his.
Theo Anderson
Ellis marry me ❄️
Theo Anderson
You can either make it easy… or watch me make it hard. ❄️
The room went dead silent
Thomas Morris
You think you can waltz in here and claim my family like property?
Thomas Morris
He’s not yours, Anderson.
Thomas Morris
He’ll never be yours!! ❄️
But Theo just looked at me. Not my brother. Not anyone else. Just me. His eyes burning with something terrifying—half obsession, half vengeance.
Theo Anderson
*whisper to Ellis* Don’t worry
Theo Anderson
You won’t have to love me
Theo Anderson
You’ll only have to belong to me
And in that moment, my fate was sealed
Not because I said yes.
But because Theo Anderson had decided that no wasn’t an option.
My brother was in front of me watching me getting married to his Rival
While he was standing helplessly on gun point which was hidden by everyone's eyes even from my family
The wedding hall was suffocating.
Too many eyes. Too many whispers. Too much silence in the wrong places.
I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, a desperate plea for escape. But there was none. Every door was guarded—not by strangers, but by Theo’s men. Men who looked like they’d shoot me dead if I so much as twitched the wrong way.
I glanced sideways. My brother stood stiff, jaw locked, fists clenched at his sides. He looked like he wanted to burn the world down. But even he knew—he had lost.
He couldn’t save me.
Not from Theo.
He looked like the calmest man in the room.
Dressed in black, sharp and commanding, his presence bled into every corner. Every move, every breath, every glance screamed: I own this moment. I own him.
The priest’s words blurred into noise. My throat burned with unsaid pleas. My lips refused to move.
Say it, Ellis. Say “I do.” Just say it.
But I couldn’t.
Because I knew… once I did, I was his. Forever chained.
Theo leaned down, his breath brushing against my ear, his voice low enough for only me to hear.
Theo Anderson
*whisper* You know they’re waiting Your family The guests All of them ❄️
Theo Anderson
Don’t embarrass yourself Don’t embarrass me ❄️
That wasn’t a warning.
That was a leash tightening around my neck.
I shook my head faintly, my chest heaving.
And then, his hand wrapped around my waist. Firm. Possessive. Unyielding. He pulled me flush against him, and I gasped.
Theo Anderson
*smiling*
Yes, you can. Because if you don’t… I’ll bury your brother before sunset
My blood froze. My gaze shot to my brother. He didn’t hear. He didn’t know.
But Theo’s eyes told me he wasn’t bluffing.
And in that moment, I broke.
The words left my mouth like a death sentence
The room erupted in applause. My family forced smiles.
And Theo?
He didn’t just smile.
He bent down, pressed his lips against mine in front of everyone, sealing the vow not as a kiss—
but as a claim.
I gasped, trying to push back, but his grip on my waist tightened, almost bruising, dragging me closer until there was no space left between us. His mouth moved against mine with the kind of dominance that didn’t ask—it took.
And in that terrifying, suffocating kiss, I realized the truth.
I wasn’t Theo Anderson’s husband.
I was his prisoner.
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