NO MORALS Episode 3

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(Ellis’s POV)

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.

But it didn’t

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.

_flashback ends_

And today

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.

And 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.

Ellis Morris

I… I can’t—

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.

Ellis Morris

I… I do

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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