Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

ANGELA. "Stop the damn car!" I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga, drove down the wrong path. "Oh Angela! Do you think that I will allow Richard to date you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off," Isabella yelled furiously. "Isabella, you are misunderstanding everything. Richard and I are not dating. He only asked me about you, please. Don't do this," I cried, as she tied me in the back seat of her car. How did I end up here? That Saturday night, Isabella invited me to her boyfriend, Richard Henshaw's, birthday party at the club. When we arrived, Richard kept staring at me instead of my sister, Isabella. Isabella was 21, a partygoer, and we were alike in looks and stature, but she was my elder sister. I saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, and I wasn't happy about it. She loves Richard Henshaw, who comes from a wealthy mafia family. But she failed to understand that I cannot betray her. Isabella and I were both from the same p

ANGELA. After someone sold me off at 50 million dollars, I fainted. When I awoke, shock hit me to see my head resting on someone's thigh. My blue eyes fluttered open because I recalled that Isabella had said that she would sell me as a sex slave to a mafia boss. I felt scared, thinking someone had already taken me against my will. However, my blue eyes landed on him. My elder sister's boyfriend. *How come?* Richard peered at me calmly, his eyes not shifting away from mine as his thin lips pressed into a firm line not bothering to explain anything to me. I glanced at my chest and thankfully I still wore my blue dress. But how did I end up in a car with him? *How did I get to be in the same car as Richard Henshaw? Was he the man who had purchased me?* "Please, stop the car. Let me go home, please," I begged him, but the car driver didn't bother to stop the car. It was like my words fell on deaf ears. *Am I a ghost? Had someone killed me?* I touched my legs and pinched myself, w

(Angela's POV) I sat tensely in the chair as Agnes arranged her tattoo equipment. She was about to brand my beautiful, fair skin with Richard’s name. I had never imagined this day would come. How had I ended up like this? In just one night, I had been sold off to my elder sister’s boyfriend. Tears welled up in my blue eyes, but Agnes didn’t say a word. She focused on her work, determined not to make a mistake. She handled the equipment so carefully that it seemed as if Richard would kill her if she did the job incorrectly. “You don’t have to cry. Master Richard has never allowed anyone to wear his brand before,” Agnes said, keeping her gaze fixed on my chest. I winced as the tattoo needle pierced my skin and drew Richard Henshaw’s name across it. Once Agnes finished, she smiled and stepped away from me. “Take a look at it,” she said. The room was brightly lit, and a full-length mirror stood in front of me. I gazed at my reflection and felt stunned when I saw Richard’s name wr

Richard's POV: After my call with Isabella ended, I contacted Madonna Kai to take care of Angela. I knew that I didn't have the time to show Angela around my mansion. I live in a duplex with my men, but they had their own security house next to my gate. No one goes in or out without my permission. Though I frequently visited my father's house if he wanted me home, after I clocked twenty-two, I bought this duplex and moved here after my graduation from Top Hills University. I knew if I spent more time with Angela, I would desire to touch her. My hands longed to feel her body, as warm as her blonde locks were. As I stood in my sitting room, Madonna stepped out of the balcony and informed me, "Master Richard, I have shown her to the guest room." "Which of the guest rooms?" I asked, my voice calm and my gaze fixed on Madonna's face. I knew that I had some guest rooms upstairs, but those were for my family members. "The one on the first floor," she replied, pointing through the sta

Isabella's POV: "Isla, I thought you attended the Dark Realm Auction tonight?" I asked, knowing it was Saturday night. "No. I didn't attend it. Why should I attend it? I do not have anything to sell and also, my Dad or Dan didn't invite me," Isla replied, and I knew that getting an invitation or ticket into the auction was strict. Only men were permitted entry. Women were up for grabs as goods to be sold. "That's fine. But I was asking because I already sold off Angela." "What?" Isla gasped, surprise laced in her tone. "You are not joking right?" She asked, doubt tinged in her voice. "No, how can I lie with such news. I sold Angela off. I just cannot stand seeing her in this house. She stole everything from me. Our parents' love, care, the boys admire her in college. What more. All the things that I desire to have. She has it in quantum. She is beautiful, alluring… I contacted Morgan and he helped me sell her off," I admitted, not feeling any regret. "But she is your only sister