Chapter 4

Angela's POV:

The driver led me into the living room, and I stopped and asked him, "Hello, excuse me. Who owns this house?"

"Master Richard," he replied tensely.

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

"Get out, Derek!" Richard barked, and the driver quickly fled.

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

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

I knew it was futile negotiating with this cold-hearted man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party.

"Don't call me that," Richard grunted as he glared at me too.

"Huh, what do I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed.

Richard came downstairs and strode toward me.

The next moment, he stood in front of me, and his firm hands clasped around my neck.

"You are so stubborn, unlike the calm kitten I saw at my birthday party. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?" Richard demanded, his voice hot and rough as he caressed my face.

Richard towered over me, and I gulped hard.

His masculine scent invaded my nostrils and scrambled my brain, robbing me of a direct answer.

"No. I don't want 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 you go? Do you think it's a lie that you belong to me? Take a look at the receipt." Richard fished out a receipt and showed me.

"PRODUCT NAME: ANGELA MORAGA. SOLD; 50 MILLION DOLLARS," was boldly written on the receipt, signed by the dark realm auction house and also bearing Richard's name.

"But I never agreed to be sold," I told him, tears welling 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 clutched his legs to beg him.

"Please, let me go. I will do anything you want me to do. Please, just let me go home. I do not want any of this," I begged Richard, but he squatted and seized my hands. He pulled me back up to my feet.

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

"No. 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, and he laughed, looking breathtakingly handsome.

"Who said 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 elder sister about me. She will tell you that I have never touched her pûssy or know the color of her lingerie," Richard said as he moved away from me and strode to his bar.

His phone rang, and he fished it out and glanced at the caller.

"Hello, Derek, what's up?" Richard asked, his cold voice making my heart skip a beat.

If he doesn't want sex, then why did he purchase me?

"Let her in," Richard ordered coldly, and I glanced backward as the living room door burst open.

A young woman wearing a black coat, black leather trousers, and boots entered the room.

She carried a black school bag strapped around her shoulders.

"Good evening, Master Richard," she greeted him 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 young woman as Derek entered next.

"Where's the dressing room?" the young woman asked, while Derek immediately chimed in.

"Follow me." Derek led the young woman away, and I saw her eyes glow with interest as she looked at him.

"Alright." She glanced away from me, smiling as she followed Derek.

"Please, Master, let me go," I said, recalling that Richard had warned me not to call him by his name. He hadn't told 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," Richard 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 at Top Hills University since you want to further your education. But I warn you, princess: you are not allowed to have a boyfriend or get close to any man. If you dare break the rule, you will be severely punished," Richard warned as he drank from his glass.

"Really? Thank you." I felt relieved and smiled.

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

Richard finished his drink and marched up to me, where I stood hesitating to agree to his demand. He grasped my hair and tilted my face to look at him.

"Did you hear everything I said?" Richard demanded, glaring at my face angrily.

I pressed my pink lips together, refusing to reply.

Richard's gaze shifted from my eyes down to my lips.

He caressed them, touching my lips with his hands that were covered in black gloves.

I smacked his hands away from my lips, but he held me firmly and lifted me off the ground, carrying me in his firm 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 I hadn't seen earlier unlocked it for him.

The young woman from earlier sat in a chair in the room and rose to look at us. A full-length mirror stood in the room with two chairs.

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

"No! I don't want your brand. Please…" I tried to beg him, but Richard drew his short gun and pointed it at my head.

"Sit properly and let her do the job. Then we get on to the next step," he ordered coldly, and I knew 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 gulped hard.

"Stay still, pretty. I will tattoo Master Richard's name properly on your chest," the young lady, who was the tattoo artist, said to me in a soft voice, but I glared at her.

I couldn't speak with Richard standing there, watching us.

Richard withdrew his gun once he saw me seated calmly and said, "Agnes, once you are through, let me know, and ensure you tattoo the name boldly. I want it in bold italics font. Make it lovely, and dark like me." Richard smiled and left the room, and I frowned.

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