A Bride for the Desert King

by StanKSW

When Crocodile agrees to marry a greedy man's daughter, he imagines her to be ugly like her father. Boy, he forgot that genes can come from the mother too. Sineka Duskblade was everything Crocodile was into, short curvy bratty women with a good head on their shoulders, which should be a good thing right? He did not think so. He did think how she is going to be a distraction.

2. Chapter 1

Things had been hectic since he broke out of Impel Down. He had to almost start over, if not for the plan he had for an emergency relocation of his wealth. He did have to find a new location to resume from where he had left and it was a pain, a big inconvenience.

In fact, he was going to blame the whole situation for how his wife had conveniently slipped through his mind until Daz slipped in the marriage certificate he had found amongst the documents that had been sent over from the Locker.

While he wanted to conveniently erase the fact that he had ever married, it had been his decision and he needed to follow through. And so he wrote a correspondence to a longtime boot sucker, Marcus Duskblade, whose entire wealth came from the heiress he had married. He was not a good friend or even an acquaintance that Crocodile needed to make. He was just a convenient source to carry out things in the shadows Crocodile couldn't for the right price. And right before everything went down on Alabasta, Crocodile finally gave in to his insistence to marry his eldest daughter, Sineka.

Honestly, he did not have a good opinion of the daughter he had never met. At first, when had a contract written, his mind drew a blank on how that 29-year-old (older than a single woman normally is but still very much younger than him) woman would be like. Then he started to imagine how she would be as ugly as her father and feather-brained due to her sheltered life. She would be a convenient housewife and maybe if he was lucky, would be a good tool to socialize with other people (considering how her half-sisters were well married too).

When he had called her father to have her sent to him on Serapha a month ago (he did think it was rude that he had not sent an escort but he couldn't be bothered, her father was rich enough to afford guards) and even as he sent Daz on the port to meet her, he had the same image in his mind.

He even at some point, imaged a tall and busty woman like Boa Hancock with the same personality and his mind had soured. While the empress was gorgeous, her personality was too much like himself. Both liked to be in control of a situation and liked to have their way. And there could only be one lion in a jungle.

So when he left his office and went downstairs to finally meet the woman he had been married to for over a year, he dreaded not meeting her before the marriage was finalized.

The butler accompanying him opened the door and everyone in the living room looked over, standing up. The very moment Crocodile realized who his wife was, his brain short-circuited.

Sir Crocodile was dreading his decision to marry when he realised how dead wrong he was about his wife.

The woman standing there was neither a tall and busty amazon nor an ugly duckling. She just happened to look like the many women he had liked to have in his arms and his bed. She was short, hardly 5 feet tall, and so full in her curves, she might've appeared wide if not for the cropped hick-neck and high-waisted pants she was sporting. He would have guessed her much younger in age if he did not already know she was 30. Her face was still living in its youth and it was much more pronounced by her auburn hair tied back and tight in a high ponytail. Her eyes, however, what has sealed the deal. It was hazel and filled with defiance that Crocodile itched to break in the most pleasurable ways.

And at that moment he decided, she was going to be the biggest distraction.