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In the darkness that lurks inside the house, there lives a man, not poor but overly wealthy; lives among humanity, but is locked away from the whole society.

He's naive, lives in the world but knows nothing about it. He has no phone, no TV and never had a friend.

He was also homeschooled, locked away from the outside in a cage that to him is the definition of happiness.

But as impossible as it sounds, a man as secured as him, owns a famous company that somebody trustworthy enough watches over.

But that person is needed no more, because what was awaited upon has just been found.

HIS BRIDE. . . Well technically, she isn't yet his bride, but willing or not, she would be.

He had already spotted her, she had already been chosen, she was his now, undeniably his.

It was on a rare occasion that he had seen her, a time when he had bravely breached the outside. His father had been teaching him how to behave when it was his turn to own the company. His mind had grasped everything, but his eyes had grasped her. She was crossing the street, young and blond with a beautiful smile.

A floral dress had rested just inches above her knees, her shoes protecting her skipping feet and her hands swaying by her sides. She had looked so free, so happy and he couldn't help but want her to be that happy with him. So he had pointed her out to his father and he had promised that today she would be his.

He knew what weight would fall upon his shoulder when he had showed her to his father...the company's; but he cared not, he wanted her and he knew if his father had promised her to him then he surely would have her.

He would treat her just as he had been taught, after all, that was the way to treat a woman, his father had showed him and had even written the steps on the walls of his mind.

His father had told him to Look for her, he said she's among them, beautiful and just your type.

One day you'll find her...he had continued...and when you do...let me tell you how to treasure her.

Step one...

Beat her until she submits...

Step two...

Take her without her consent...

Step three...

Chain her in that house and forcibly make her your fiancé...

Step four...

My son, buy two rings, invite a whole lot of guest, take her to a church and get a damn priest... And let me tell you this, if she so much as whispers no, kill her when the crowd's no more, but make sure to warn her before.

That was it, four easy steps and he would accomplish each, just like his father had. He would make her happy, just as happy as his mother had been, before she died.

He would make her eyes water with happiness just like his mother's had and he'd make sure to make the bruises noticeable, his mother's had been, so it's only fair.

Smiling, he shifted on his settee, dwelling in his thoughts of pleasing her, in the only way he knew how to.

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AN: Another new story, it is a very dark novel, so if you are soft hearted, I wouldn't advise you to read further. But all minds as wicked as mine are invited.?