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 around the living room, Richard was striding toward the stairs. He swiftly turned to the driver with bloodshot eyes.

"Get out, Derek!" Richard barked, his voice thick with fury, and the driver swiftly ran out.

Gritting my teeth, I wondered how I had ended up with my elder sister's boyfriend.

"Master Richard, please, let me go home," I said, my voice laced with pleading, trying to negotiate with him.

I knew that it was futile negotiating with this stone-hearted man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to Richard's 24th birthday party.

"Don't call me that," Richard grunted, his eyes glaring at mine.

"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 in a gentle but firm grip.

"You are so stubborn, unlike the calm kitten I saw at my birthday. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?" Richard asked, his voice hoarse as he caressed my face. He 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 spluttered, begging him.

"Hmm," Richard breathed out hotly. "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 said, bringing out a receipt from his trouser's side pocket and showing it to my face.

"Dark Realm Auctioning. Name: Angela Moraga, sold off at 50 million dollars to Richard Henshaw as his new sex toy," it was boldly written on the receipt, signed by Richard and the Dark Realm Auction House manager, and also bearing Richard's name.

"No! I never agreed to be sold," I yelled, my voice trembling as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Please, I have a dream to become a surgeon. Please, I don't want to become your sex slave. Please..." I cried, collapsing at Richard's feet as I held his legs to beg him.

"Please, let me go home. I will do anything you want me to do. Just let me go home. I do not want any of this," I begged him, sobbing, but Richard squatted and reached for my hands. He held my hands together and pulled me back up to my feet.

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

"No way. But I don't want you. You cannot rápe me. You will go to jail if you force yourself on me!" I warned him, my voice stern, eyes 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 on a platter of gold, and I take pleasure in taunting them. You never asked your elder sister about me, do you? She will tell you that I have never touched her pûssy or known what the color of her lingerie is," Richard said, exuding an air of confidence as he moved away from me and strode to his bar in the living room.

I hadn't taken the time to admire his mansion. His phone rang aloud, breaking the awkward silence in the living room. He stood by the bar filled with different exotic wine bottles, and he pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller.

"Hello, Derek, what's it?" Richard asked, his deep voice making my heart skip a beat. *If he doesn't want sex from me, then why did he purchase me?*

I didn't hear what the driver told him, but he replied sharply, "Let her in."

As I continued standing in the living room, I glanced back at the living room door that burst open. A young woman wearing a black coat, black leather trousers, and boots came into the room. She was carrying a black bag hanging around her shoulders.

"Good evening, Master Richard," she greeted him tensely, lowering her head courteously.

"Welcome, Agnes. Wait a minute in the dressing room. I will send her to you now," Richard replied dismissively, as Derek came in next and stood in the living room.

"Where's the dressing room?" the young woman asked, and Derek chimed in, "Follow me." He hastily led the young woman away, and I saw her eyes glowing with interest as she looked at Derek.

"Alright," she glanced away from me, smiling as she followed Derek to the corridor. The house remained silent as the door shut.

"Please, Master, let me go," I said, recalling that Richard had warned me not to call him by his name, though he hadn't told me what to call him. He remained silent as he picked up a bottle of wine from his bar.

"Care to have a drink with me? It's non-alcoholic," Richard asked, his lips curled in a bright 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 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, you will be severely punished," he warned, his voice calm but filled with threat. As his lips took some sips from the glass, while his eyes held mine.

"Really? Thank you, Master," I was relieved as I smiled.

"That's not all," Richard's stern voice cut through my happiness as he said, "Don't get too excited. The tattoo artist is here. Once she has branded you with my name—as I want it drawn 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. Got it?" Richard said, and I frowned, as I didn't want his brand.

Richard finished his drink and marched up to meet me, where I stood hesitating to agree to his request. His hand grasped my long blonde hair and tilted my face to look at him.

"Did you hear all that I have said?" he demanded, his face closer to mine, looking at my face angrily.

I pressed my pink lips together, not wanting to reply. But Richard's eyes shamelessly shifted away from my eyes, then settled down to my lips.

Surprisingly, he raised his right hand and caressed my lips, touching my pink lips softly, despite his hands being covered with black gloves.

Quickly, I smacked his hands away from touching my lips as I glared at him, but he smiled and held me back firmly. Our bodies were so close, and to my shock, he lifted me off the ground, carrying me in his firm arms.

"Put me down!" I screamed, unable to believe that my elder sister's boyfriend was touching me. But it fell on deaf ears as Richard marched away. He arrived at a room door, and a maid was stationed there, as I hadn't seen her earlier. She unlocked the door for Richard to walk into the room.

Agnes, the young woman from earlier, sat in the room chair, but she swiftly rose to her feet to look at us as Richard entered the room, still carrying me like I was a baby.

There was a full-length mirror in the room, featuring two chairs, and a long couch behind like a saloon.

"Agnes, have her chest branded with my full name drawn on her chest. I want any man who looks at her to know that she belongs to me," Richard said, as he put me in the chair, then he moved away.

"No! I don't want your brand. Please..." I tried to beg Richard, but he pulled out a 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 me 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.

"Fine," I sat back angrily.

"Just stay still, my dear. I will tattoo Master Richard's name properly on your chest now," the young lady, who was a tattoo artist, said to me with a soft voice, but I glared at her.

I couldn't speak, seeing Richard standing there and looking at us. He 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 written in her chest. I want it to be written in bold italic font. Is that understood? Make sure it's lovely, admirable, and dark like me," Richard smirked before walking towards the door and leaving the room, and I frowned.

"Alright, Master Richard. I will do that immediately," Agnes said, but Richard had already exited the room. The door shutting behind him.