Ghetsis soon discovered that finding a wife took longer than he'd like.
Standing in the Pidove sporting an expensive suit, he scowled. I should have left here THREE HOURS AGO! he internally thundered. This is a dark hour for the Harmonia family.

"Hey, hotshot. Nice suit." turning, Ghetsis saw an attractive blonde woman smirking at him. Her dress was silver, strapless and floor length. There was no cocktail cuts or high skirts here, only a modest looking silver necklace. Ghetsis immediately decided that she would be his queen.

"Why, thank you." he replied in a calm tone. He assessed her, and she struck a pose.
"Like what you see? Sorry hotshot, I don't give out. Join the line." with that, she walked off. Ghetsis was outraged.
"Now, wait just a minute!" he said loudly, storming after her. "I have a proposition to-"
"-I'm not a hooker, buddy." the blonde snorted in disgust. "So get out of my sight or I'll-"

"-you're sadly mistaken if you think I want such a thing. No, I would like to propose, as king of Team Plasma, that you join me as my queen." the blonde looked shocked, but then began to laugh.
"What?" he thundered, beginning to get irritated with the tall woman.
"Ahh, that's the most original lie I've heard yet!" she snorted, shaking her head. "Nice try."

"No, you incompetent wench, I AM THE KING OF TEAM PLASMA," he growled.
"Riiight," she answered with a roll of her eyes. "And I'm not the daughter of Armando Silph."
That caused Ghetsis to freeze in his tracks.
"Did you just say...? Armando Silph? The President of Silph Co.?" he asked.
"Obviously. Don't act dumb, buddy. It's not a good look."

"I am not acting dumb, wench." that unfroze Ghetsis. The idea had clicked into his head now- he MUST have this Silph at all costs. It was absolutely mandatory.
"You're boring me," she sighed. "Excuse me, I have to-"Ghetsis clicked his fingers and the Shadow Triad surrounded the heiress. "-what on earth are they?"

"My associates." Ghetsis informed her smugly. "Take her to my castle." he commanded them.
"Of course." the Triad disappeared with the struggling woman within a heartbeat. Ghetsis smirked, finished his drink and then walked out of the club.

"UNHAND ME!" he immediately heard as he entered his room. "UNHAND ME OR I WILL SUE YOU ASSES ON THE SPOT!" Satoshi laughed smugly.
"Well done. An heiress with a mouth and a mind. Don't let this go to your head, though. You must convince the wench to become your Queen now." he advised. Ghetsis nodded.
"Understood." he opened his door, and the young heiress fell at his feet. Without hesitation, he picked her up and threw her back onto his bed.

"UNHAND ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she shrieked at him as he shut the door behind him.
"I'm afraid that's impossible at the time being," he droned, leaning against the door. "I want you to listen to me, for I am only proposing this once. If you so much as hiss at me, I will have your tongue on a platter. Do you understand, wench?" she glared at him and nodded sullenly.

"Excellent," he declared. "Now. As I declared earlier, I am the king of Team Plasma. You, madam, are the Silph Co. heiress. You are going to become my queen and fund my plan for world domination. Failure to comply will result in your money and womb being ripped from you. As you saw before, I have no hesitations in doing so.

You will tell your father that you have found a suitor, and you will act convincingly. You will tell him that your wedding will happen shortly, and if he fails to send you a suitable dowry, he will be found dead in his bed along with your mother. Silph Co. will cease to exist. You, wench, will bear me an heir. You will raise him to my guidelines and standards.

Team Plasma will be at your command, but do not think for a second that you can bribe or talk your way out of this castle. If I hear that you've so much as hinted at doing so, you will cease to exist. Do I make myself clear?" the woman had gone completely still now, and Ghetsis was glad to see that he'd frightened her. "Answer me, wench!"
"Y-Yes..," she stammered, tears in her eyes. "I understand, my lord."

"Excellent. Now, inform your father of our engagement."
"But... of course," she scrambled for her cell phone and dumbly dialled her father's number.
"Loud speaker, wench." she complied.
"Hello?" an elderly voice croaked. "Who's calling?"
"Father... it's Mollie." he was surprised to see how quickly she'd composed herself.
"Mollie! How are you, my dear?"
"Superb, father. Listen, I have found a suitable heir."
"Excellent! Who is he?" her father asked excitedly.

"He's-He's-"
"-I'll take it from here, my dear." there was a hint of sarcasm in Ghetsis's voice as he uttered those two words. "Hello, President Silph. I am Ghetsis. King of Team Plasma."

"Did you say 'King'?" Armando squawked.
"Indeed I did. Now, listen to what your daughter has to say." Ghetsis motioned to Mollie.
"I require a dowry, father. I ask that it consists of money." she supplied heavily.
"Now, wait just a second! When did you meet this man? Where did you-"
"Armando, I am a powerful, busy man. I suggest you send the dowry immediately," he called smugly.
"Father. If you do not do this for me... if you disinherit or disown me... I will kill you and mother. Silph Co. will die with you." there was a shocked silence at Mollie's words.

"M-Mollie-"Armando started, a quiver in his voice.
"-I wasn't finished, daddy." she put on a contemptuous voice. "I mean every word. My wedding is happening soon. Tomorrow, in fact. I'll come home to collect it shortly. You better have it ready. Oh, and if you so much as whisper a word to anyone about this, I will slit your throat. Do you hear me?"
"Yes... but Mollie-belle-"
"-great. Sleep well, daddy." she hung up in his ear and smiled flakily at Ghetsis.
"Done, my lord." Mollie put as much hatred as she could into that title.
"Excellent, Mollie-belle," he answered with the same hatred etched in her pet name.

Ghetsis and Mollie shook hands as they were pronounced husband and wife. Team Plasma cheered and the couple put on a happy face for their workers. The happy faces faded as soon as they entered Ghetsis's room, however.
"I hate you." Mollie spat, glaring into Ghetsis's face. "My father looked like he was going to commit suicide! My mother-"she broke off, but restarted with, "-my mother was so hurt that she was not invited!" Ghetsis dropped her arm like it was acid.

"Well, my dear, you best learn to control that in public, then. Remember, I won't hesitate in killing you," he spoke the threat calmly, but glared icily at her. "Now, cease talking and give me my heir."