Chapter 6: The Refusal

Angela's POV

"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. 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 kept his phone back into his trouser pocket and peered at me.

"Where do you stop?" he asked, taking a closer step to meet me.

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

"Go on! It seems like 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." Richard mocked.

"Please, let me go. I don’t want to be your sex slave," I told him 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 open and stood there in 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 is he taking me to?* I pondered as I walked out of the room and followed behind him.

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

Richard paused at the top of the stairs and glanced back at me. "To sleep with you. What more?"

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 mute 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 your seat. I am coming with the document for you to sign your signature," he 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, and he held a document and pen in his hands. "Here’s the document. You might choose not to sign it tonight. That’s your business. But the earlier you sign it, the sooner I grant you your freedom," he said as he sat across from me.

"Really?" I asked him with doubts as I smiled. I quickly glanced through the document, 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, as I peered at his face. His phone rang just before he could reply to me, and he pulled out his phone and answered the call, "Hello, babe."

I felt bile in my stomach when I heard my sister’s voice respond to Richard. "Hey, sweetie. I am calling you to know if you have gotten home safely. I am so sorry that I left the club early with my sister. You know that 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 replied, and Isabella gasped.

"Huh. What’s that supposed to mean, Richard? Are you interested in my younger sister?" She 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. What can she offer me? I like my women to be hot and wild in bed, and you don’t fit in that category either." 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 begged, and I looked at his face.

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

"I already made myself clear to you from the first day that 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 also 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 I looked at it. It was past 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 Richard?

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 pen there.

I reached for a remote that I saw on the coffee table and used it to hold the file so it doesn’t get missing.

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, and she was average height with a slender body.

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

"Alright." I immediately went to pick up the pen and the document, and I 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 can make use of this room. Will you need anything else?" she asked.

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

"Alright. Good night too," she replied and turned around, before leaving the corridor. However, I sighed and looked around at the beautiful guest room that was painted 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 Richard’s scent, and I knew that he will be in need of this pen. Shaking my head to snap out of relishing Richard’s scent that 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 back 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 was scared that Richard might come into this room and force himself on me. Though the room has a key, who knows if Richard have another key to get access into this room. I carefully shut my eyes and succumbed to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.