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(Angela Moraga)
“Stop the damn car!” I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga, drove down the wrong path. “Oh Angela! Do you think that I will allow Richard to date you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off,” Isabella yelled furiously. “Isabella, you are misunderstanding everything. Richard and I are not dating. He was only asking me about you, please. Don’t do this,” I cried, as I was tied in the back seat of her car. How did I end up here? That Saturday night, Isabella invited me to her boyfriend Richard Henshaw’s birthday party at the Dark Realm Club. When we arrived, Richard kept looking at me instead of Isabella. She was twenty-one, a party freak, and we were alike in looks and stature, but she was my elder sister. I saw the angry looks 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 not 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 for a drink with me. He was twenty-four 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 that I wanted to snatch Richard. 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 eighteen-year-old girl, and I had big dreams to become a surgeon. My dreams and focus were on reading my books; now my sister had interfered. After I drank the red wine 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 in second year, and I was a freshman. However, after I drank that red wine, the alcoholic taste burned my throat, 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. She had tied my wrists and ankles, and only God knows 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 in the back seat of her car, and she didn’t reply to me. Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart palpitations calmed. “Isabella,” I tried calling her 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 man behind the call asked my sister. Isabella glanced back at me lying on the back chair, 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, clicking on her steering wheel, and 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 behind 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 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 result into 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 she didn’t bother to look at me. She fished out her red lipstick and painted her lips bloody red. “You do not have to make up 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 will purchase 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 looked at the three men in black clothing who came forward to Isabella’s car to fish me out. “Welcome, Morgan. Here is my younger sister, but she is causing so much inconvenience for me,” Isabella said, once 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, a 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, my lips were taped, my legs were tied up, and I was set up like goods ready to be sold. “Attention everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin with fair skin. Her price starts from 1 million dollars!” the auctioneer announced, 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? “5 million dollars!” several men bid. “10 million dollars!” three other men bid. “20 million dollars!” another man bid, his voice older and colder, and the hall fell into a tense silence. “20 million dollars going?” the auctioneer asked. “50 million dollars!” another man's voice 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 slammed the gavel, 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.Isabella's POV:After Ethan left the room, I prepared to step out for dinner. My stomach growled loudly with hunger. When I reached the door and tried to pull it open, the door flew open and slammed into my forehead."What are you doing in here?" Anala appeared at the door and glared at me. She still wore the blue dress she had worn to class that morning. I remembered that Ethan had warned me to stay away from his sister. He had taken her side and slapped me the previous day as a warning."I was getting ready to have my dinner. What did you expect me to do?" I asked her calmly, even as pain throbbed in my head."Did you dare talk back to me?" Anala snarled, stepping forward into my room."Oh, I see you need me to put you in your place. Since you forgot where you are?" She laughed, but I maintained an expressionless face."What do you want?" I asked her calmly, not in the mood for her games. We didn't get along before, and I wasn't hoping to start now."Do you want to know what I want?
Ethan's POV:When I reached home, I watched my driver pull into the driveway and park. As I got out of the car, my bodyguards welcomed me, but I strode into the mansion. The house felt quiet as the maids greeted me upon my arrival.I wanted to retreat to my room on the top floor, but my interest piqued about what Isabella was up to. Had she signed the contract I presented to her?I moved to her door and knocked. There was no response. When I turned the knob, the door unlocked, and I saw Isabella lying on the bed. She appeared peaceful. Her blonde locks scattered over the bed, and her face seemed relaxed. My eyes drank in her exquisite form, and I felt a pang in my heart that I had almost forced myself on her.My father's words replayed in my mind: I had to welcome a bride. Why not marry Isabella? My mind buzzed, but I knew the risk.Getting married as a mafia lord was risky. Our wife could come under attack, and enemies could use that to force us into releasing some of our deals or in
Isabella's POVAs I lay on the bed in my room, sleeping, I felt the intense presence of someone hovering above me.My eyes swung open, and I sprang up immediately, shocked to see that Ethan had returned. He stood next to my bed, his gaze fixated on me. My eyes darted to the wall clock, and I saw it was 4 p.m."Good evening," I greeted Ethan, moving back on the bed. My palms reached for the bedsheet, and I grasped it to cover my chest.When did he return? What was he doing in here?"Have you signed the documents yet?" Ethan asked, his voice dangerously calm, and I dreaded his reaction if I mentioned I hadn't."No. I mean, I want to," I spluttered, getting out of the bed.My heart raced, and I moved to the wooden drawer and swung it open.Sweat broke out on my forehead. I grasped the pen and looked at the file."I don't want to have your child," I said, meeting his gaze."You don't have a say in it. My house, my rules. I purchased you, so I choose what goes on in my home.""It's agains
Angela's POV:After speaking with Isabella on the phone, I felt better for the first time in ages.I turned to return to my class. We had a practical course to study human anatomy. So far, my mind was saturated. My gaze remained focused as I wore the latex glove and concentrated on the lecturer's teaching and description.After a hectic day in class, the day drew to a close as the lecture ended and we were dismissed.When I stepped out of the classroom, Florence walked up to meet me. She held her handbag as we walked side by side."So tell me, Angela. What do you have in mind this weekend? Would you like to attend my party? I am planning on hosting a birthday party," she asked, her tone laced with excitement.Would Richard allow me to attend the party? I didn't know, but I forced a tight smile and looked over at Florence."Florence, I don't know if I will be able to attend your party," I told her, my tone apologetic."Why?" Florence exclaimed sadly. "But I want you to attend it. Pleas
Isabella's POV:When I got back into the room, I sank onto the bed, holding the file in one hand and my phone in the other.A knock on the door startled me. I set the phone and the file on the drawer and moved to the door to see who it was.As I swung the door open, I saw Theresa standing there, holding a tray of food in her hands."I brought your breakfast," she said with a smile, extending the tray to me."Thank you," I replied, taking the tray from her.When I looked at Theresa's smiling face, she asked, "Do you need anything else?""No, I'm fine," I replied. My mind raced as I wondered if Ethan was having an affair with his maids.But I didn't think so. I sighed and moved back into the room, set the tray on the table, and walked back to look at the file.I pulled open the second drawer, picked up the file, and kept it inside. Then I went back to sit on the white chair and have my breakfast.I picked up the soft bread—Theresa had brought three pieces for me. I ate the bread and sip
Isabella's POV:I woke up to the loud banging on the door, and I rushed over to see who was standing there.To my surprise, I was shocked to see Ethan standing there. He wore a black long-sleeve shirt that hugged his masculine chest, paired with black trousers and boots. His face looked smooth and fresh, like he had taken his bath."Do you want to spend time gawking at me this morning?" he asked, his expression firm."No. Sorry. Good morning. Why are you here?" I asked him, gulping heavily.His thick perfume scent filled my nostrils, and he gestured for his assistant, who I hadn't seen with him."We are here to talk business before you leave my house. May I come in? I have some business clients to catch up with," Ethan said, as he stole a glance at his wristwatch."Sure. Come in." I stepped back and made way for him to step into my room. The atmosphere thickened as Ethan strode in, followed by his assistant, who wore black."Leave us, Johnson," Ethan ordered, and the muscular man in b







