Chapter 2 - Purchased By Him

(Richard Henshaw)

After my birthday party at the club ended, I arrived at the Dark Realm Auction house.

I was seated in the front VIP chair with my father, and I froze when my gaze landed on the beautiful woman set up on the stage.

My eyes locked with hers—the same blue eyes as the pretty young woman that Isabella had introduced to me as her sister. How was this possible? I pondered.

I had only arrived at the auction because my father wanted me to join in watching tonight’s auction and bidding. However, when I saw those pretty blue eyes, I couldn’t look away. I could perceive her innocence and felt the urge to protect her.

“Richard, do you desire to purchase any of the women tonight? You can use her as your twenty-fourth birthday present,” my father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, said.

“Dad…” I grumbled, looking at the six women set up on the stage to be sold. None of them caught my eyes except for Angela.

I was waiting for her to be sold.

I knew she was mine when I set my eyes on her. She was so beautiful, with long blonde hair and a pretty oval face.

“Richard,” my father called to my attention once more to snap me out of my trance.

“Dad, I will choose when I see any of the women that catch my attention,” I mumbled, dressed in a black suit and seated beside my father in the auctioning room.

It wasn’t like I wasn’t aware of the things my father does for money and fun, but none of them caught my eyes.

I wanted something different to define my style, uniqueness, and taste.

Once the auctioneer made mention of Angela, my heartbeat increased as I saw many bidders wanting to purchase her.

She wore the same blue dress that she had worn to my twenty-fourth birthday party, and it raised my mind: how did she get here?

Did Isabella put her younger sister up for sale?

Was Angela kidnapped?

There was no way that Angela would come here willing to be sold. She was sold off against her will, but who brought her to this place?

There were many mafia lords, both young and old, all desiring to purchase Angela. Her skin glowed more than the rest of the women on the stage.

Her innocence was compelling, and so many of those men wanted to taste her.

I kept my cool as her bidding started from a million dollars.

She was worth more than gold.

“One million dollars!” The bidding started, rising until twenty million dollars.

I looked at Angela and raised my bid: fifty million dollars.

The hall fell silent. My father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, was the most feared mafia lord in Top Hills City.

“Fifty million dollars going? Fifty million dollars, anyone else?” the auctioneer asked, looking around the dark room, as only the stage was lit.

“Sold!” the auctioneer announced, and my father looked at me proudly.

“Congratulations, Richard. You won the deal. Welcome to the Dark Realm Auction. You will have to brand her as yours, so that others will keep off from touching her,” my father said, as he sat next to me and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Yes, I will,” I replied.

After leaving the auctioning room to complete Angela’s payment, I was so sure that she didn’t know who had purchased her.

She had passed out from the shock, as her hands and legs were tied and her lips were taped.

“Take her to my car. She is going home with me,” I instructed my assistant.

“Richard, are you sure about this? She would have been taken to the harem for the women to train her. She is inexperienced,” my father said, as he stood next to me in the car park after we were done completing the payment for Angela’s bidding.

“I will personally train her, Father. You don’t have to worry about that,” I replied, my voice cold as I didn’t bother to look back at my father’s face.

“Richard, remember the rule. You are not to fall in love with this woman or to develop any feelings for her. She is your property—a woman to be used and discarded at any time that you want. And once you are done with her, you should discard her if you don’t want her again,” my father reminded me coldly. He and my mother were divorced because she couldn’t withstand his lifestyle.

Dad used women and saw them as objects to purchase, own, break, and discard at any moment.

I nodded. “Don’t worry yourself, Father. I will have her branded and follow the rules.”

“Good. Enjoy your birthday night and see you tomorrow.” My father walked away to his black car waiting, flanked by masculine bodyguards.

I got into mine, as the pretty blonde woman was still asleep.

She hadn’t woken up yet from the horror that she was in, and I knew that she would be shocked once she awoke and saw me as her new master.

I anticipated how she would react.

“Boss, where are you going?” my assistant, Derek Tyler, asked me, as he stood next to my car and was like my driver.

“I am going home. You start the car; let me stay in the rear with her in case she awakes and the security checkpoint,” I said, tossing my car keys into Derek’s hands.

He was twenty-five and a year older than me.

“Alright, boss,” Derek answered. He got into the car, and I took a seat at the back next to the pretty blonde woman who was fast asleep.

I allowed her feminine scent of citrus to envelop me.

As I sat next to her, she moaned and shifted, making my muscles tense.

As I took my seat, I raised her head gently and placed her sleeping head on my thighs, as she was still in shock from the whole ordeal.

Her wavy blonde hair felt so soft and warm in my hands as I ran my fingers through it.

“Get going,” I ordered Derek, as I saw him taking a look at the back of the car through the rearview mirror.

Derek averted his gaze and asked, “Forgive me, boss. But isn’t she Isabella’s sister? How did she get sold tonight?”

“I don’t know, but she is mine now, and keep your eyes away from her,” I warned coldly, and Derek nodded.

“Understood, boss.” Once Derek started my car, he drove off to my new house.

Coming of age and becoming my own boss at twenty-four felt good. As the only son of my father, he gave me money, power, and influence in all of Top Hills. I was respected like a prince, and I knew Isabella’s parents were part of the mafia but of lower ranks.

Two years ago, I met Isabella at a charity event, and we got along because she was beautiful. We dated, but surprisingly, I hadn’t had sex with her even though we had kissed. I limited doing things and made the women beg and yearn for my touch.

However, during my twenty-fourth birthday, Isabella had brought her younger sister. I knew she had a sister because Isabella talks a lot even when I don’t ask her anything. It’s why I don’t want to keep her or wed her.

But, when my gaze fell on Angela, I could see her innocence as she looked out of place, like she didn’t belong in my party.

I desired Angela. I wanted to have a taste of her body, and I couldn’t get my eyes off hers.

Angela whimpered on my thighs as I continued to run my fingers through her hair.

However, as her eyes snapped open, her blue eyes locked with my intense black orbs, and she immediately raised her head away from my thighs, shivering.

“You… Richard. What are you doing inside this car with me? How come? Was it a dream?” she asked me, trembling like a leaf.