Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

RICHARD In the Dark Realm Auction House, I sat in the front VIP section with my father when my gaze landed on the six women set on the stage. I felt stunned when I met her eyes—the same blue eyes of the pretty young woman Isabella had brought to my 24th birthday party at my clubhouse. How is this possible? I had only arrived at the auction with my father, as he wanted me to accompany him to witness tonight's auction and bidding. Seeing those pretty blue eyes, I couldn't look away. I could perceive her innocence and felt the urge to protect her. "Richard, do you desire to buy any of the women tonight? You can use her as your 24th birthday present," my father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, said. "Dad…" I grumbled, looking at the women set up on the stage to be sold. None of them caught my eye except Angela. I was waiting for her to be sold. I knew she was mine the moment I set my black eyes on her. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and a pretty oval face. "Richard," my father calle

ANGELA As we stepped into the living room, I stopped and asked the muscular man, "Excuse me, sir. Who owns this house?" "Master Richard," he replied tensely. When I looked around the living room, where Richard strode toward the grand stairs, I saw him glaring at the driver with bloodshot eyes. "Get out, Derek!" Richard ordered, and the driver quickly ran out. I gritted my teeth, wondering how I'd ended up with my sister's boyfriend. "Master Richard, please, let me go home," I begged him, trying to negotiate. I knew it was futile negotiating with this ruthless man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party. "Don't call me that," Richard grunted, glaring at me. "Huh, what do I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed. Richard came downstairs and strode to meet me. The next moment, he was standing in front of me, his firm hands clasped around my neck. "You are so stubborn, unlike the calm kitten I saw at my birthday pa

ANGELA "I will never agree to sleep with you if you're still in a relationship with my elder sister," I told Richard through clenched teeth as I stood up from the chair. "We shall see about that. Take care, Mr. Moraga. I just wanted to contact you and let you know I have your second daughter with me," Richard said, still on the phone with my father. "Please, Master Richard. Please, let's reconsider this. Angela has big dreams of becoming a surgeon. She cannot become a sex slave, please. There are plenty of young women out there without ambition—not my second daughter, please…" my father begged, and Richard replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Moraga. I'll take care of it." The call ended, and Richard slipped his phone back into his trouser pocket and looked at me. "Why did you stop talking?" he asked, stepping closer. "Stay away from me! If you dare come closer, I'll scream," I said, stepping backward, and Richard laughed. "Haha! Go ahead. It seems you've forgotten whose house you're in.

Richard's POV: It was past midnight, and someone dared to call me at this hour. When I picked up the phone, my father's name flashed on the screen. "Dad," I said. "Richard, how was your gift? I am still bothered because you didn't take her to the harem for proper training. You should know that the majority of those young women sold are either cruel or have a target for allowing themselves to be used. So proper training is required to teach them how to please a man." "Dad, I have no interest in training her," I said, reclining in my office seat as I ran a hand through my short black hair. "Richard!" Dad snapped, his voice loud and clear. "I am sending Aaron tomorrow to come and take her for the training. It's important and for your safety too," Dad said, his voice firm and not giving me a chance to decline. "Fine, do as you please…" I grumbled, and he agreed. "Alright, Richard. It's only a lecture and not like she is going to be used. It will help her understand the master-to-s

(Isabella Moraga) “Dad is lying? Richard isn’t the one who bought Angela,” I murmured, refusing to believe what my father said. How is that possible? How can Richard be the one who bought my sister? My hand trembled; anxiety coursed through my veins as I phoned Richard back. “Hello,” Richard’s deep voice hit my eardrum, calm and soothing as always, making me wet. “Richard, are you the one who bought my sister?” I asked with a trembling voice. The call went silent, silent until Richard’s tone shifted to one of resentment, confirming to me that he was the one who had bought Angela. I couldn’t believe my ears as Richard said, “Tell me, why did you put your sister up for sale? You didn’t think that I would visit the Dark Realm Auction tonight, did you?” “No, I…” I was lost for words to explain. “Tell me why you sold your sister. You signed the consent form and sold her against her will, didn’t you?” Richard queried me, and I couldn’t believe he was ready to splash 50 million dollar