Chapter 4

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 in the living room where Richard strode toward the grand stairs, I saw him looking at the driver with bloodshot eyes.

"Get out, Derek!" Richard barked, 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 told him, trying to negotiate with him.

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, as he glared at me.

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

Richard came downstairs and strode to meet me. The next moment, he was standing 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. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?" He asked, his voice hot and rough as he caressed my face.

Richard was taller than me, and I gulped hard. 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," he breathed out hot.

"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," he 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 Richard's name.

"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 to 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 him, but Richard squatted and reached for my hands. He held my hands and pulled me back up to my feet.

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

"But 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 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 pụssy or know what the colour of her lingerie is," Richard said, as he moved away from me and strode to his bar.

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

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

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

"Let her in," Richard ordered coldly, and I looked backward at the living room door that swung open.

A tall, young woman wearing a black coat and black leather trousers and boots came inside the room. She was carrying a black bag strapped around her left shoulder.

"Good evening, Master Richard. You sent for me," 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." Derek led the young woman away, and I saw her eyes glowing 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 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 red 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 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, I will severely punish you," Richard warned, as he drank from his cup.

"Really? Thank you." I felt 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, as 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 deal 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 meet me, where I stood hesitating to agree to his request. He grasped my long hair, and tilted my face to look at him.

"Did you hear all that I have said?" Richard demanded, looking at me angrily.

I pressed my pink lips, not wanting to reply.

Richard's gaze shifted to look at my eyes, down to my lips. He caressed them, touching my lips with his thumb that was covered with black gloves.

I smacked his hand from touching 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 that I hadn't seen earlier unlocked the door for him.

The young woman as of earlier sat in the room chair, and she 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 looks at her 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 fished out his short gun from his trousers 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 that Richard had 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, and he said, "Agnes, once you are through, you should let me know and ensure you tattoo my name boldly. I want it to be written in bold, but italic font. Make it lovely and dark like me." Richard smiled, and left the room, and I frowned.

"Got it, Master Richard," Agnes replied, but Richard already exited the room.