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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 and to let you know that I have your second daughter with me," Richard said, still on the phone call with my father.

"Please, Master 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."

Richard ended the call and put his phone back into his trouser pocket and peered at my face. "Where do you think you're going?" 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 and scream! 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."

"Please let me go. I don't want to be your sex slave," I begged Richard, as he came and stood in front of me. He towered so tall that I barely reached his shoulder height.

"I know. You will go with me to college. School starts on Monday. So once I register you, then you can resume your studies there. But before that, come with me," Richard said as he stepped away from me, 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 was he taking me?' I pondered as I walked out of the room and followed behind Richard. He 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?"

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

I felt my heart beat 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 me a seat on the couch.

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

A few minutes later, Richard returned, and he held a document and black 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 read 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 Richard, as I peered at his face. His phone rang just before he could reply to me. He brought out his phone and answered the call. "Hello, babe."

I felt bile rise in my stomach when I heard my sister's voice respond to Richard.

"Hey, sweetie. I am calling you to know if you got 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," he 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 annoyance.

Richard looked at my face and smiled. He didn't mention to my elder sister that he had bought me. Nor did he tell her that someone had branded me 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 begged, and I looked at Richard's face. He rose from his chair and walked up to his corridor.

"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 known that Richard was the one holding me hostage right now? Or didn't she care if someone sold me off to Richard?

I yawned and stretched as sleep already overtook me. 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 felt tired, I decided to find the restroom to relieve myself.

However, as I turned to walk away, I 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 wore a black dress, and she had 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.

"Thank you," I said, going 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 can make use of this room. Do you need anything else?" She asked.

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

"Alright. Good night too," Madonna said, as she turned around and left the corridor. However, I sighed and looked around at the beautiful guest room that someone had painted in white.

I looked around the room, wondering if someone monitored me.

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

The pen carried Master Richard's scent, and I knew that he would need this pen.

Shaking my head to snap out of relishing Richard's pinewood scent that still had a faint fragrance lingering around the pen, I kept the pen on the document and then supported it with the remote.

I went to relieve myself in the bathroom and returned to the bed, as I slowly sat on it. I didn't even have any clothes with me. I felt tired and sleepy, but I didn't want to take off the dress.

I feared, 'What if Richard might come into this room and force himself on me? Though the room had a key, who knew if Richard didn't have another key to gain access into this room.'

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