Chapter 0004

ANGELA:

As we stepped into the living room, I stopped and asked the muscular man, "Hello, excuse me. Who owns this house?"

"Mr. Richard," he replied tensely.

As I looked into the living room, where Richard strode toward the stairs, I saw him looking at the driver with bloodshot eyes.

"Get out, Derek!" Richard snapped, and the driver quickly ran out.

I gritted my teeth, wondering how I ended up with my sister's boyfriend.

"Master Richard, please, let me go home," I begged him, trying to negotiate.

I knew that 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, voice cold, as he glared at me.

"Huh, what do I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed. He came downstairs and strode over to me.

The next moment, he was standing in front of me, his firm hands clasping around my neck.

"You are so stubborn, unlike the calm kitten I saw at my birthday. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?" Richard inquired, his voice hoarse as he caressed my face. He stood taller than me, and I gulped.

His masculine scent invaded my nostrils and disrupted my brain from giving him a direct answer.

"No. I don't want to have anything to do with you. Please, let me go home," I begged him.

"Hmm," Richard breathed out hotly.

"What will you do to make me let go of you? Do you think it's a lie that you belong to me? Take a look at the receipt," Richard said, bringing out a receipt and showed me.

"NAME; ANGELA MORAGA. SOLD; 50 MILLION DOLLARS," was boldly written on the receipt, signed by the Dark Realm auction house and also by Richard.

"But I never agreed to be sold," I told him, tears welling up in my blue eyes.

"Please, I have a dream to become a doctor. Please, I don't want to become your sex slave. Please…" I cried, collapsing at his feet as I held his legs to beg him.

"Please, let me go. I will do anything you want me to do. Just let me go home. I do not want any of this," I begged Richard, but he squatted and reached for my hands. His firm hands held mine and pulled me back up to my feet.

"You are not so dumb, are you? You are not going back home. You belong to me, and I want you," Richard said, his eyes glowing with interest.

"No way! I don't want you. You cannot rápe me. You will go to jail if you force yourself on me!" I warned him, challenging him with a deadly stare.

Richard laughed, looking breathtakingly handsome.

"Who said that I will force myself on you? I do not force myself on women. They offer themselves to me, and I take pleasure in taunting them. You never asked your sister about me. She will tell you that I have never touched her pûssy or know what the color of her lingerie is," Richard said with a smirk, as he moved away from me and strode to his bar. His phone rang, and he pulled it out of his trousers, glancing at the caller.

"Hello, Derek. What is it?" Richard queried, his cold voice making my heart skip a beat.

*If he doesn't want sex, then why did he purchase me?* I pondered silently.

"Let her in," Richard ordered coldly, and I looked back at the living room door as it swung open.

A tall, young woman wearing a black coat, black leather trousers, and boots came into the room.

She was carrying a black school bag strapped around her shoulders.

"Good evening, Master Richard," she greeted Richard with a bow of her head.

"Welcome, Agnes. Wait a minute in the dressing room. I will send her to you now," Richard dismissed the woman as Derek came in next.

"Where's the dressing room?" the young woman asked, while Derek chimed in. "Follow me." He led the her away, and I saw her eyes glowing with interest as she looked at him.

"Alright," she replied, glancing away from me and smiling as she followed Derek.

"Please, Master, let me go," I said, recalling that Richard warned me not to call him by his name. He didn't tell me what to call him either.

Richard remained silent as he picked up a bottle of wine from his bar.

"Care to have a drink? It's non-alcoholic," he asked with a smile, but I shook my head and replied, "No. I want to go home."

Richard smiled, took a sip, and looked at me "You are not going home. I will inform your parents about it, and as for your schooling, you will resume going to school at Top Hills University since you want to further your education. But I just warn you, Princess, you are not allowed to have a boyfriend or to get close to any man. If you dare to break the rule, you will be severely punished," Richard warned, his voice cold, as he drank from his cup.

"Really? Thank you." I was relieved as I smiled.

"That's not all. Don't get too excited. The tattoo artist is here. Once she has branded you with my name—I want it at the top of your chest, and close to your heart, so that you will always remember who you belong to—then you will sign the contract to abide by my rules. Get it?" Richard said, and I frowned, as I don't want his brand.

Richard finished his drink and marched up to me, where I stood hesitating to agree to his request.

His hand grasped my hair and tilted my face to look at him.

"Did you hear all that I have said?" he queried me, looking at my face angrily.

I pressed my pink lips, not wanting to reply. Richard's gaze shifted from my eyes down to my lips. His thumb caressed them, touching my pink lips with his fingers that were covered in black gloves.

I smacked his hands away from touching my lips, but he held me firmly and lifted me off the ground, carrying me in his arms.

"Put me down!" I screamed, but it fell on deaf ears as Richard marched away. He arrived at a room door, and a maid that I hadn't seen earlier unlocked it for him.

Agnes sat in the room chair, and she quickly rose to look at us. There was a full-length mirror in the room.

"Agnes, brand her chest with my full name. I want any man who glances at her chest to know that she belongs to me," Richard said as he put me in the chair.

"No! I don't want your brand. Please…" I tried to beg him, but he pulled out his handgun and pointed it at my head.

"Sit properly and let her do the job. Then we get onto the next step," Richard ordered coldly, and I knew that he was crazy.

I hadn't expected Richard to have a gun.

Seeing the cold metal pointed at my head, I dared not push his buttons, and I gulped hard.

"Stay still, pretty. I will tattoo Master Richard's name properly on your chest," Agnes said with a soft voice, but I glared at her.

I couldn't speak, seeing Richard standing there and looking at us.

Richard withdrew his gun once he saw me seated calmly. "

Agnes, once you are through, you should let me know. Ensure you tattoo my name boldly. I want it written in italic font. And make it lovely and dark, like me." Richard smiled and left the room, and I frowned.

"Alright," Agnes replied, but Richard had already exited the room.