Chapter 6 - Father's Pleas

(Angela Moraga)

“I will never agree to sleep with you if you are still in a relationship with my elder sister,” I told Richard through clenched teeth as I stood up from the chair.

“We shall see about that. Take care, Mr. Moraga. I just decided to contact you to let you know that I have your second daughter with me,” Richard said, still on the phone call with my father.

“Please, Richard. Please let’s reconsider this offer. Angela has big dreams to become a medical doctor. She cannot become a sex slave, please. There are tons of young women out there without ambition. Not my second daughter, please.” My father begged, and Richard replied, “Don’t worry. I will take care of it.”

The call ended, and Richard put his phone back into his trouser pocket and peered at me.

“Where do you stop?” he asked, taking a step closer to me.

“Stay away from me! If you dare come closer to me, I will scream,” I said, and he laughed.

“Go on! It seems you forget whose house you are in. You are in my house, Princess. So scream all you want—no one will come to your rescue.”

“Please let me go. I don’t want to be your sex slave,” I told Richard as he came and stood in front of me.

He was so tall that I barely reached his shoulder height.

“I know. You will be going with me to college. School starts on Monday. So once I have you registered, you can resume your studies there. But before that, come with me.” Richard stepped away from me as he pulled the door and stood by the middle.

“Come on. It’s getting late, and I need to shower and rest for tonight,” he said, and I gulped and followed him.

'Where was he taking me?' I pondered as I walked out of the room and followed behind him.

Richard exited the corridor and led me back into the living room. He made his way upstairs, and I asked him, “Where are you taking me?”

Richard paused at the top of the stairs and glanced back at me. “To sleep with you. What else?”

I felt my heartbeat accelerate, but I immediately looked away from him and replied, “I cannot do it.”

“You don’t have to do it. I will guide you. But that’s not the deal. So keep quiet and come with me.”

Richard continued the rest of the journey to the top floor, and I tiredly followed him.

As we got to the top floor, Richard offered for me to take a seat on the couch.

“Have a seat. I am coming with the document for you to sign,” Richard said as he continued walking away, while I took my seat on the living room couch and awaited his return.

A few minutes later, Richard was back, holding a document and a pen in his hands.

“Here’s the document. You may choose not to sign it tonight—that’s your business. But the earlier you sign it, the sooner I grant you your freedom,” he stated as he sat across from me.

“Really?” I asked him with doubt as I smiled.

I immediately glanced through the documents, and my eyes widened in shock at what was written at the top.

**Rules and Regulations**

“What’s this supposed to mean?” I asked him, peering at his face. His phone rang before he could reply to me.

Richard brought out his phone and answered the call, “Hello, babe.”

I felt bile in my stomach when I heard Isabella's soft voice respond to Richard.

“Hey, sweetie. I am calling to know if you have gotten home safely. I am so sorry that I left the club early with my sister. You know she is not the club type of person,” Isabella said, as Richard ensured to put the phone on loudspeaker, and my fist clenched.

“I know. She is so innocent that I cannot wait to spoil her,” Richard said, and Isabella gasped.

“Huh. What’s that supposed to mean, Richard? Are you interested in my younger sister?” Isabella asked, her voice filled with nervousness.

Richard looked at my face and smiled. He didn’t mention to my sister that he had bought me, nor did he tell her that I was branded with his name.

The tattoo still hurt, and here he was smiling with my older sister.

“I am not interested in your sister, Isabella. What can she offer me? I like my women to be hot and wild in bed, and you don’t fit in that category too,” Richard said as he looked away from me.

“But I am hot already. How else do you want me to prove to you that I can be your woman? Please, Richard,” Isabella asked, and I looked at Richard’s face.

Richard rose from his chair and walked up to his door.

“I already made myself clear to you from the first day: it is against my rule to fall in love. I do not love you, Isabella, and do not expect a man like me to commit to you. I only accepted to date you for mutual understanding and to prevent my father from arranging marriage for me. You know the mafia, and I am his only son. I have my own desires, and you don’t meet the match.”

Richard unlocked his room door and went inside, and I couldn’t hear the rest of his conversation with Isabella.

I fixed my gaze on the document that Richard had given me to sign and looked at it.

It passed midnight, and I wondered if my parents had scolded Isabella. Wouldn’t she have been aware that Richard is the one holding me hostage right now? Or didn’t she care if I was sold off to her boyfriend?

I yawned and stretched, as I was already sleepy.

Sighing, I stood up from the couch in the exquisite sitting room. Then I walked up to the coffee table and placed the document and a pen there. I reached for a remote that I saw on the coffee table and used it to hold the file so it wouldn’t get lost.

As I was tired, I decided to find the restroom to relieve myself.

However, as I turned to walk away, I was stunned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind me.

“Oh my goodness! You almost freaked me out!” I exclaimed as the middle-aged woman was wearing a black dress, average height, with a slender body.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Madonna Kai, Master Richard’s housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room,” she said, and I sighed with relief.

“Alright.” I swiftly went to pick up the pen and the document and hurriedly followed her downstairs.

As we arrived at the front door of the guest room, Madonna stopped in front of the door and pushed it open.

“You may use this room. Will you need anything else?” she asked.

“No, I am fine. It’s late now. Goodnight, Madam,” I told her as I quickly went into the room.

“Alright. Goodnight too.” Madonna turned around and left the corridor.

I sighed and looked around at the beautiful guest room, painted in white. I looked around the room, wondering if I wasn’t under surveillance.

Sighing, I went to the nightstand and dropped the document and the pen safely on it.

The pen had Master Richard’s scent, and I knew that he would be in need of this pen. Shaking my head to snap out of relishing Richard’s scent, which still had a faint fragrance around the pen, I kept the pen on the document and supported it with the remote.

As I went to relieve myself in the bathroom, I returned to the bed and slowly sat on it. I didn’t even have any clothes with me. I was tired and feeling too sleepy, and I didn’t want to take off the dress. I felt scared that Richard might come into this room and force himself on me. Though the room has a key, who knows if Richard doesn’t have another key to access this room?

I carefully shut my eyes and succumbed to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.