MasukIsabella's POV:The jerking of the car made my body trembled as I noticed that I was not sitting properly inside of this car.Where am I? I pondered as my eyes fluttered open and I take a look around, seeing the unfamiliar faces that I do not know of.I swiftly recoil away from the fair-skinned man who sits and looks at me. His black eyes colder than Richard's."You're finally awake?" He asks, his voice calm as he wears a black suit."Yes. Who are you? Why am I in this car with you? Were you the one who bought me?" I ask, as I am a little relieved that he isn't an old man."Mmm," the man presses his lips into a thin line. Not bothering to reply to me. I take my time admiring him and wondering where I have seen his cold face before.He is busy going through his phone, and his phone rings aloud."Hello, sis," he says, his voice softening as I thought that he doesn't speak much. But he proves me wrong by answering the call."Brother, where are you? This is almost midnight and you are not
Angela's POV:"You can slap me if you want if that will make you feel better," Richard said, his eyes watching my face intensely, and I sighed and looked away from him. "Let's go," Richard turned to walk out of the room as he pulled the office door to unlock it. Sighing, I walked out of the room with him, knowing that there was nothing that I could do to save Isabella. When we stepped downstairs and walked out of the building, the voices of different people filled the air as Richard led me to his car. I caught sight of Isabella. She had passed out from shock. I didn't know what they used to sedate her, but she was asleep. A man was carrying her on his shoulder, and he took her to the black Jeep that was ahead of ours. "Richard Henshaw," a deep voice called out in the crowd, and I stilled, seeing the man who had called Richard. He stepped out of the crowd, his group of bodyguards standing behind him. "Why does your property resemble mine? Are you sure that you haven't swapped the
Angela's POV:My body was still trembling as I cannot believe that someone would bid 70 million dollars for my elder sister.Isabella was beautiful, hot, and sèxy, and I was shocked when the bidding escalated between Morgan and another man.It raised my suspicion. Why would Morgan Kingston want to purchase my sister? Did he plan it with Isabella to get her freed and so that another man will not claim her, and probably an older man?Why would Morgan bid to have Isabella? I pondered but didn't voice it out. However, I was stunned to see the dark-skinned handsome man who had raised his paddle and bid 70 million dollars.I felt pressed. My bladder ached for me to use the restroom, so I stood up to leave the hall.Many men gawked at me as I rose to walk away, even as the last woman was brought on stage to be auctioned. I hadn't expected Richard to offer to accompany me. If he was the boss of the dark realm auction, why would he be worried if another mafia wanted to have me?Well, I felt a
Richard's POV:I saw the tears glistening in Angela's eyes, and it brought an ache to my heart. I didn't want to see her looking scared, trembling because of her sister who wasn't worth her tears.Isabella had ruthlessly put her only sister up for sale.Glancing away from Angela after I reminded her who her highest bidder had been before I interjected, I knew she would have been his sex slave, and no one would have rescued her—it would have been too late.Mr. Moraga's eyes and mine locked. He appeared calm, not caring that his oldest daughter was being sold tonight. He had no desire to protect Isabella; after all, she had put up her only sibling for sale last time.Smiling, I saw Morgan. He had raised the bid to 20 million dollars, and as his luck would shine, no one bid higher. But as the auctioneer asked, "20 million dollars—anyone else?"A man's sharp voice echoed, and I recognized that voice.Ethan Ronald, the CEO of the Red Group. What the fụck was he doing here in the Dark Realm
Angela's POV:Sitting quietly in the car next to Richard, I watched as it pulled up in the parking lot of the opulent Dark Realm Auction House."Here, we've arrived. Let's go in," Richard spoke to me softly as he unfastened his seat belt.Tensely, I unfastened mine too and got out of the car next to him."Come on, let's go in," he said, gesturing for me to follow him.Anxiously, I wondered how Isabella was. How would she feel seeing me with her boyfriend? The man she was trying to shield me from? Luckily for me, Richard had not slept with me.Upon seeing Richard and me arriving at the entrance, where several men in black stood, they greeted him like he was royalty."Welcome, Mr. Henshaw," the men—both young and old—greeted Richard like he was some influential figure.However, I lowered my head since I was of no status or importance.Richard politely greeted them, and as he accepted some handshakes, I noticed that he wore black gloves.As we entered the hall, we were gestured to the VI
Angela's POV: When I made my way downstairs, I rushed back to the kitchen, my heart thrumming faster. "How did it go?" asked Madonna as she saw me enter the kitchen. "Yes. Master Richard likes the coffee," I said with a smile, and Madonna nodded too, a faint smile on her face. "I am glad that he likes it," she said, and I smiled at her. "Alright." I moved to the coffee maker to make my own coffee. After that, I assisted Madonna in tidying up the kitchen before going back to my room to chat with my best friend, Florence. Me: How are you doing? Florence: Fine. But I am missing you already. Me: I will be in school by Monday. Florence: Alright, take care. After the chat ended, I browsed online and also watched some movies. There was no video history about the Dark Realm Auction online. Anxiety ran through my being as I was going to witness Isabella's auction. *Will I be able to do this?* I pondered and drifted to sleep. Later in the evening, I awoke to the sound of my room
Richard: "Richard, if you are jealous of other men getting closer to that young woman, then you need to get rid of her. It shows that you are developing feelings for her," Dad said, his voice cold. "No," I snapped, my voice colder. "I just wanted to help her, and I have no feelings for her," I ad
Angela: "Hey, isn't this the new lady? I wonder what is so special about her that made Mr. Henshaw choose her and purchase her last night," the first young woman said, her voice filled with jealousy. She wore a black short skirt and a pink crop top, with canvas shoes on her feet. "Vivian, do not b
Angela: "That's fine. I am glad that you like it. The meals are served morning, afternoon, and night, and if you need anything else, you can make a request. This is room number 42, alright," Rosa smiled, and I breathed out, knowing this place was like a hotel. Only it was a private hotel, used for
Isabella: As the black Land Cruiser arrived at my father's house, the bodyguards pulled the gate open, and the driver drove in and parked. The car was silent, as I held my breath, knowing that my parents were going to take out their anger on me. Dad was silently seated in the front seat of the ca







