Chapter 0001

ANGELA:

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 Isabella.

She was 21, a party-goer, 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 powerful mafia family. But she failed to understand that I could never betray her.

Isabella and I were both from the same parents, but she was my elder sister. I never thought that she would read meaning into Richard’s looks.

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

I declined Richard’s offer of a drink. 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.

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 our house except to go to school. 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 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 am an 18-year-old girl, and I had big dreams of becoming a surgeon. My dreams and focus were on reading my books; now my sister had interfered.

After I drank the drink Isabella gave me—even when my intuition told me not to—I trusted my sister. I love her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her college life.

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

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

Later I passed out, and when I awoke, I saw myself in a moving 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 lives. Mom and Dad were going to be worried about me.

“Please, Isabella, don’t do this. Please…” I cried from the back seat of her car, and she didn’t reply.

Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart palpitations 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 heartbeat increased.

Who is Morgan? Who is my elder sister calling?

“I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say?” the person on the call asked my sister.

Isabella looked back at me lying on the seat in the rear, and she 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 off before my parents find out,” Isabella said, tapping 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 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 my 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 bìtches like you are born to become—a whòre!”

I looked at Isabella in stunned silence.

“Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn’t pass the admission test 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 do not have to try hard to look good. You have everything: big breasts, a sexy 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 a waste.

The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught my attention, and I saw the three men in black who came forward to Isabella’s car to pull me out.

“Welcome, Morgan. This is my younger sister, but she is causing so much inconvenience for me,” Isabella said as she got 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, the man reached for 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 then the white light that flashed on me.

I was sitting in front of a crowd.

My hands were tied behind the chair, my lips taped, my legs bound, and I was set up like goods ready to be sold.

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

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

How could Isabella do this to me?

“Five million dollars!” A man bid.

“Ten million dollars!” three other men bid.

“Twenty million dollars!” another man bid, his voice older, and the hall fell into tense silence.

“Twenty million dollars, going…” the host asked.

“Fifty million dollars!” another man bid, his voice commanding, as he raised his paddle, and the hall fell into dead silence.

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

“Fifty million going… Fifty million, anyone else?” the host asked, but no one was ready to raise the bar higher.

“Sold!” the host announced, and I fainted at the realization that I was sold off to someone against my will. I swore to get my revenge on Isabella if I ever got out of this place.