This piece takes place in the gilded age. With an evil new money train tycoon. Enjoy! New Money versus Old money drama, except he likes you. Requested by @blightedsaint
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Yandere Drabbles: Rags to Riches
Yandere New Money Tycoon x Fem Reader
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TW: slow burn, kind of a onesided enemies to lovers, Yandere behavior, relationship dynamic that should not be romanticized in real life, TOXIC, ML IS A BASTARD, jealousy, power imbalance, insecure man, classism, reader is an illegitimate child, sexism, gilded age social norms, arranged marriage, reader is unhappy, obsession, this is horror for some people, and baby trapping (mentioned)
Yandere Tycoon who had been given your hand in marriage to embarrass him. After all, you were an illegitimate child and not fully from Old Money blood. Your father thought it would make Felix understand that his place in the upper class would never be with the old money, but he wasn’t offended at all. No. Felix eagerly took you in not because of a fleeting feeling of attraction, but to spite your old man.
Yandere Tycoon who let you do whatever you pleased in his opulent manor. Not like he loved you or anything. You were merely a tool of your father and he highly doubted you were sent to spy on him. He knew you grew up as a commoner, he doubted you had the capacity to ever betray him. You were still naive to believe in love. How childish. This was an arranged marriage, nothing more.
Yandere Tycoon who rolled his eyes at your feeble attempts of conversation or affection. You two were merely arranged to marry. You needed to understand your place now before you truly believed you mattered to him. Felix often belittled you by bringing up your humble background whenever you tried to be near him.
Yandere Tycoon who often brushed you off or ignored you. He had an empire to build, he didn’t have time to be distracted by the fickle feelings of the heart. No matter how pretty those eyes were, Felix wouldn’t fall for you! You were the daughter of his business rival and he’d be damned if he let you get in the way of all his hard work even if you constantly went out of your way to care for him. Even if he too had at one point been a commoner himself, Felix saw himself above you since he had aggressively pursued wealth by any means necessary. He was very mean to you and those poisonous words slowly damaged your self esteem to the point that you were extremely unhappy. Yet your husband didn’t notice since he was too caught up in his endless chase for wealth and social acceptance.
Yandere Tycoon who slowly began to ‘tolerate’ you. Felix no longer brushed you off whenever you’d politely greet him. He’d give you a small head nod of acknowledgment. He also ate the tea sandwiches you made him as he worked in his office. They weren’t too bad and neither was the tea you made him. Felix was honestly a little flattered you remembered his preferences, but he’d never tell you that. After all, you were still a commoner. You were beneath him and his goals.
Yandere Tycoon who enjoyed the silent meals with you. He liked how you didn’t endlessly chatter or bother him. It made him less stressed to not have such a chatty wife after a long day of work trying to scam people out of their lands so he could build more railroads. Perhaps he’d buy you a gift for being so tolerable?
Yandere Tycoon who bought you a gold necklace one day and insisted on putting it on your neck himself. He shivered when he touched your soft skin. He didn’t think a commoner would have nice skin, but you did. You were as soft as silk. A fact that made him tremble a bit. He wondered if you felt that little spark too?yet he didn’t think it was romantic. It had to be physical attraction only… right? Wrong.
Yandere Tycoon who nearly shattered his glass in his hand at a ball when another man asked you to dance with him. If a look could kill, that man would’ve been dead. Felix had amassed a fortune quickly through his industrial efforts with his railroad business yet these old money bastards still didn’t respect him. He belonged here! He had worked so hard to be a part of this crowd and he would be damned if he let anyone challenge his social prestige by openly flirting with his wife.
Yandere Tycoon who slipped into the dance and made sure everyone knew you were his. He made sure his waltz was perfect. He didn’t understand why you weren’t swooning. You used to eagerly try to gain his attention and now you had it, was that not enough? You weren’t looking down on him too, were you? You had no right… you were a half blood. Nothing more. You should be grateful you married him. You’d never have a chance at this chance of living in wealth this in your measly life if you hadn’t been given to him. So smile at him! Smile at him like you used to when you first walked through those oak doors to his manor!
Yandere Tycoon who began to shower you with gifts. Jewelry, flowers, dresses, whatever material item he thought suited you would be sent your way yet you never acknowledged his efforts. Why were you being so difficult? Didn’t you understand your husband wanted you? Your husband was Felix Vanderbilt, the wealthiest train industrialist in America! Why weren’t you smiling at him anymore? He wanted to see your smiles again… yet he didn’t understand that he had broken you down for years in this bitter arranged marriage.
Yandere Tycoon who went into a jealous rage whenever you talked to any male house staff. How dare you smile and laugh with the butler! He had the poor butler moved to another wing! If he saw you with a chef? He’d fire him! You were his wife. You shouldn’t be fraternizing with commoners, because you no longer were one.
Yandere Tycoon who didn’t understand why you cried when he brought up children. You should be happy he wants offspring with you! You were going to bear the next to the mighty Vanderbilt name! Plus, you could never leave him if you had his heirs. There was no need for tears because he was your husband. And he’d make sure you never forgot that.
i moan a little bit every time i insert my credit card into a j.p. morgan and chase atm just thinking about inserting my little piece of dough into a handsomely moustasched gilded age businessman like j.p. organ
and he pats my head in satisfaction watching me pump the last of my change
