Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Angela's POV:

It was a dark Saturday night. Isabella had invited me to her wealthy boyfriend Richard Henshaw's birthday party at the club.

When we arrived, Richard kept glancing at me instead of my elder sister.

She was 21 years old, a party girl, and we were alike in looks and stature, but she was three years older than me.

The angry scowl on Isabella's face captured my attention, and I wasn't pleased about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a powerful mafia family. But she failed to understand that I couldn't betray her.

I never imagined that my sister would read meaning into Richard's glances.

Even when Richard bypassed Isabella and approached me for a toast, I knew she was going to react.

I declined Richard's offer to have a drink with me. He was 24 years old and was feared by many.

I wouldn't have attended his birthday party if not for my sister's insistence.

Isabella brought me to the club and took me to Richard's party.

I was a decent girl, and my parents hardly allowed me out of our house except to go to the university. My elder sister and I were close, but I wouldn't have thought that she would want to sell me off or get so annoyed as to think that I wanted to snatch Richard Henshaw. How could I do that?

After Isabella offered to take me home, she gave me a drink, and that was the last thing I remembered.

I was an 18-year-old girl with big dreams of becoming a surgeon. My focus was on my studies, but now my sister had interfered.

Even though my intuition told me not to drink the wine Isabella gave me, I trusted my sister. I loved her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her college life.

Isabella was a sophomore in college, and I was a freshman.

However, the alcoholic taste burned my throat, but to make my sister happy, I finished it.

Later, I passed out, and when I awoke, I found myself in a car—inside Isabella's black car. I was tied by my wrists and ankles, and only God knew where she was taking me.

Isabella had driven past the city where our parents lived. Mom and Dad were going to be worried about me.

"Please, Isabella, don't do this. Please..." I pleaded from the back seat of her car, but she didn't reply.

Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart rate calmed.

"Isabella," I tried calling my sister's name as she sat in the driver's seat, dressed impeccably in a lovely red dress.

"Hello, Morgan. I have a special present for you," Isabella spoke in her soft tone, and my heart rate increased.

Who is Morgan? Who was my elder sister calling?

"I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say," the person on the call said to my sister.

Isabella glanced back at me lying on the rear seat and grinned.

"You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the dark realm auction is tonight, and I don't want to miss out on selling her off before my parents find out," Isabella said, clicking her steering wheel. I yelled, "I am not for sale! Isabella, don't do this! Please, let me go! I am your sister—why?"

The call went silent, and the man on the call replied, "I will be there. Hold up."

The call ended, and Isabella still didn't look back at me.

"Why are you doing this? You were the one who took me to Richard's birthday party. Why do you want to sell me off? What crime did I commit?" I asked my elder sister, and she scoffed.

"You have always earned Mom and Dad's love more than me. The same with Top Hills University. I wanted to go there, but Mom and Dad declined. But when you mentioned it, they readily agreed to everything. You steal everything from me despite me being the older sister. The men admire you. So, why should I not sell you off? You are going to become a sex slave to a mafia boss. That's what pretty women like you are born to become—a whòre!"

I looked at Isabella's face in disbelief.

"Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn't pass the admission requirements for Top Hills University, and that's why you weren't accepted. This has nothing to do with Mom and Dad. Please, let me go. I don't want to become a prostitute. Please..." I cried, but Isabella didn't bother to look at me.

She fished out her lipstick and painted her lips bloody red.

"You don't have to put on makeup to look good. You have everything—big brẹasts, a sèxy shape, and a pretty oval face. I cannot allow you to continue to outshine me. So, just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 p.m. Let's see who is going to buy you. Just pray it's not going to be an old man who purchases you. Hahaha!" Isabella laughed, and I knew that begging her was futile.

The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught my attention, and I looked at the three men in black who came forward to drag me out of Isabella's car.

"Welcome, Morgan. Here's my younger sister, but she is causing so much inconvenience for me," Isabella said as she stepped out of the car.

The man named Morgan ordered the men, "Inject her to calm her down."

"No, don't do this!"

"Someone, help!" I screamed, but it all fell on deaf ears.

As I struggled inside the back seat of Isabella's car, a man reached for the door and unlocked it. I was injected with a substance that made me pass out.

When I awoke, I heard the loud sound of people cheering, and then the white light flashed on me. I was sitting in front of a crowd.

My hands were tied, my lips taped, and my legs bound. I was set up like a commodity ready to be sold.

"Attention everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin, and her price starts from 1 million dollars!" the auctioneer announced, and I was stunned.

I struggled to break free, but I couldn't see the crowd as darkness bathed them. Only the stage was illuminated by bright lights.

How could Isabella do this to me?

"5 million dollars!" a man bid.

"10 million dollars!" three other men bid.

"20 million dollars!" another person bid, and the hall fell into tense silence.

"20 million dollars going?" the auctioneer asked.

"50 million dollars!" someone else bid, raising his paddle, and the hall fell into dead silence.

How could anyone bid 50 million dollars for me? I was shivering on the stage.

"50 million going? 50 million, anyone else?" the auctioneer asked, but no one was ready to raise the bar higher.

"Sold!" the auctioneer announced, and I fainted at the realization that I had been sold off to someone against my will.

I swore to get my revenge on Isabella if I ever got out of this place.