Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

ANGELA:

"Stop the car!" I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga, drove down the wrong path.

"Oh, Angela! Do you think I would allow Richard to choose you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off," Isabella yelled furiously.

"Isabella, you are making a mistake. Richard and I are not dating. He was only staring at me—please, don't do this," I cried, tied up in the back seat of her car.

How did I end up here?

It was on a Saturday evening. Isabella had invited me to her boyfriend Richard Henshaw’s birthday party at the club.

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

Isabella was 21, a partygoer, and we were alike in looks and stature—but she was my elder sister.

I saw the angry look on Isabella’s face, and I wasn’t happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a wealthy mafia family, but she failed to understand that I would never betray her.

Isabella and I shared the same parents, but she was older. I never thought my sister would read meaning into Richard’s glances.

Even when Richard passed Isabella and came to meet me for a toast, I knew she was going to react.

I declined Richard’s offer to share a drink. He was 24 years old and feared by many.

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

She 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 the house except to go to school. My elder sister and I were close, but I never imagined she would want to sell me off or believe I intended to steal 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 am 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 when my intuition warned me not to, I drank what Isabella gave me. I trusted my sister. I loved her. We talked as she updated me about her campus life.

Isabella was already in second year in college, and I was a freshman.

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

Later, I passed out. When I awoke, I found myself in Isabella’s car, tied by my wrists and ankles. Only God knew where she was taking me.

I saw she had driven past the city where our parents lives. Mom and Dad were going to be worried.

"Please, Isabella, don’t do this. Please…" I cried from the back seat, but she didn’t reply.

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

"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 softly, and my heartbeat quickened.

Who is Morgan? Who is my sister calling?

"I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say," the person on the call replied.

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

"You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the auction is tonight, and I don’t want to miss out on selling her before my parents find out," Isabella said, tapping her steering wheel.

"I am not for sale! Isabella, don’t do this! Please, let me go! I am your sister—why?" I yelled.

The call went silent for a moment before the man 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 sister, and she scoffed.

"You have always earned Mom and Dad’s love more than I have. The same with Top Hills University. I wanted to go there, but Mom and Dad declined. Yet when you mentioned it, they agreed to everything. You steal everything from me, even though I am the older sister. Men admire you. So why shouldn’t I sell you off? You are going to become a sex slave to a mafia boss. That’s what pretty bìtches like you are born to be—a whòre!"

I looked at my sister in stunned silence.

"Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn’t pass the admission exam for Top Hills University—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 pulled out her lipstick and painted her lips blood red.

"You don’t have to try to look good. You have everything: big breasts, a sexy shape, and a pretty face. I can’t allow you to continue outshining me. So just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 p.m. Let’s see who buys you. Just pray it isn’t an old man. Hahaha!" Isabella laughed, and I knew begging her was useless.

The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught my attention. I saw three men in black come forward to pull me out.

"Welcome, Morgan. Here's my sister. But, she causes me so much trouble," Isabella said once she got out of the car.

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

"No, don’t do this! Someone help!" I screamed, but it fell on deaf ears.

As I struggled in the back seat, one of the men opened the door and unlocked it. He injected me with a substance that made me pass out.

When I awoke, I heard the loud sound of people cheering and a bright white light flashing on me.

I was sitting in front of a crowd.

My hands were tied, my lips taped shut, my legs bound. I was displayed like goods ready to be sold.

"Attention, everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight—a virgin with porcelain skin. The bidding starts at one million dollars!" the host shouted, and I was stunned.

I tried to break free. I couldn’t see the crowd in the darkness, but the stage was lit with bright lights.

How could Isabella do this to me?

"Five million dollars!" someone bid.

"Ten million dollars!" three others called out.

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

"Twenty million dollars, going once?" the host asked.

"Fifty million dollars!" another bid, raising his paddle. The hall fell dead silent.

How could anyone bid fifty million dollars for me? I shivered on the stage.

"Fifty million going once? Fifty million, anyone else?" the host asked, but no one raised the bid higher.

"Sold!" the host announced, and I fainted at the realization that I had been sold against my will. I swore to get my revenge on Isabella if I ever got out of this place.