Scene 6

ANGELA

“I will never agree to sleep with you if you are still in a relationship with my older 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 let you know that I have your second daughter with me,” Richard said, still on the phone with my father.

“Please, Master Richard. Please, let’s reconsider this offer. Angela has big dreams of becoming 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.

Richard replied, “Don’t worry. I will take care of it.”

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

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

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

“Go on! It seems like you have forgotten 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 to stand in front of me. He was so tall that I barely reached his shoulder.

“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, pulled open the door, and stood in the middle of the doorway.

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

I gulped and followed him.

*Where was he taking me?*

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 more?”

I felt my heart beat faster, but I 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.

When we reached the top floor, Richard offered me a seat on the black couch.

“Have a seat. I am bringing the document for you to sign,” he said as he continued walking away.

I took my seat on the sitting room black couch and awaited his return.

A few minutes later, Richard came back holding a document and a pen.

“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 will grant you your freedom,” Richard said as he sat across from me.

“Really?” I asked him doubtfully with a smile.

I immediately skimmed 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 as I peered at Richard's face.

His phone rang just before he could reply. He fished it out of his pocket and answered the call.

“Hello, babe.”

I felt bile rise in my stomach when I heard my sister’s voice.

“Hey, sweetie. I am calling 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.

Richard made sure to put the phone on speaker, and my fists 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 inquired, her voice filled with nervousness.

Richard looked at me and smiled. He didn’t mention to my older sister that he had bought me. Nor did he tell her that he had branded me with his name.

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

“I am not interested in your sister, Isabella. What can she offer me? I like my women hot and wild in bed, and you don’t fit into 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.

I looked at Richard’s face as he rose from his black chair and walked toward the door.

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

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

I fixed my gaze on the document Richard had given me to sign.

It was past midnight, and I wondered if my parents had scolded Isabella. *Wouldn’t she have known that Richard was holding me hostage? Or didn’t she care that I had been sold off to him?*

I yawned and stretched, already feeling sleepy.

Sighing, I stood up from the couch in the exquisite sitting room. Then I walked to the coffee table and placed the document and pen there.

I reached for the remote on the coffee table and used it to hold the document down so it wouldn’t get lost.

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

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

“Oh my goodness! You almost freaked me out!” I exclaimed.

The middle-aged woman wore a black dress and black slippers. She was of average height and had 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.

I sighed with relief.

“Alright, Ma.”

I swiftly picked up the pen and document and hurriedly followed her downstairs.

When we arrived at the front door of the guest room, Madonna stopped 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. Good night, Madam,” I told her as I swiftly entered the room.

“All right. Good night, too.”

Madonna turned around and left the corridor.

I sighed and looked around the beautiful guest room, which was painted white.

I wondered if I was under surveillance.

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

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

I shook my head to stop myself from relishing Richard’s cologne, which still lingered faintly around the pen. I placed the pen on the document and supported it with the remote.

After relieving myself in the bathroom, I returned to the bed and slowly sat on it.

I didn’t have any clothes with me.

I was tired and too sleepy to take off the blue dress.

I was scared that Richard might come into the room and force himself on me. Although the room had a key, who knew whether Richard had another one that could give him access?

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