1~ Sold

Angela's POV

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

"Oh Angela! Do you think 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.

"Isabella, you are mistaken. Richard and I are not dating. He was only asking me about you, please. Don't do this," I cried, 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 club.

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

Isabella was 21 and a partygoer. We looked alike in appearance 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 came from a wealthy mafia family. But she failed to understand that I could not betray her.

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

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

I declined Richard's offer for a drink. He was 24 years old and many feared him.

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 rarely allowed me out of our house except to go to school.

My elder sister and I were close, but I never thought she would want to sell me off or become so annoyed that she would 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 with 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 though my intuition told me not to, I trusted my sister. I loved her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her campus life.

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

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

Later I passed out, and when I awoke, I found myself in a moving car—inside Isabella's black car.

Someone had tied my wrists and ankles, and only God knows where Isabella was taking me.

She had driven past the city where our parents lives. They would be worried about me.

"Please Isabella, don't do this. Please…" I cried in the back seat of her car, and she did not reply.

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 heart beat increased.

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 asked her.

Isabella glanced 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 off before my parents find out," Isabella said, clicking 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, Bella."

The call ended, and Isabella still did not 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 her, 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. Men admire you. So why should I not sell you off? You will become a sex slave to a mafia boss. That's what pretty girls like you are born to become. A whore!"

I looked at Isabella's face in stunned silence.

"Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn't pass the admission results to Top Hills University, and that's why they didn't accept you. This has nothing to do with our parents. Please, let me go. I don't want to become a prostitute. Please…" I cried, but she did not bother to look at me. She fished out her lipstick and painted her lips bloody red.

"You don't need to make excuses. You have everything: big breasts, a sexy shape, and a pretty oval face. I will not allow you to continue to outshine me. So just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 p.m. Let's see who will buy you. Just pray it's not an old man. 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 who came forward to Isabella's car to pull me out.

"Welcome, Morgan. Here's my younger sister, but she causes 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 no one heard me.

As I struggled in 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 white light flashed on me. I was sitting in front of a crowd.

They tied my hands, sealed my lips with tape, and tied my legs. I was set up like goods ready to be sold.

"Attention everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin, and her price starts from one million dollars!" The auctioneer announced, and I was stunned.

I tried to break free. I couldn't see the crowd as darkness covered them. But bright lights illuminated the stage.

How could Isabella do this to me?

"5 million dollars!" Someone bid.

"10 million dollars!" Three other men bid.

"20 million dollars!" Another man bid, and the hall fell into tense silence.

"20 million dollars going?" the auctioneer asked.

"50 million dollars!" Someone else 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 announced, and I fainted at the realization that someone had sold me off against my will.

I swore to get my revenge on Isabella if I ever escaped this place.