Chapter 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 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 us 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." My father begged, and Richard replied, "Do not worry. I will take care of it."

The call ended, and Richard put his phone back into his trouser pocket and peered at my face. "Why did you stop talking?" 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 Richard laughed.

"Haha! 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."

"Please let me go home. I do not want to be your sex slave. Please," I begged 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 resume going to college. School starts on Monday. So once I have you registered, then you can resume your studies there. But before that, come with me," Richard said before stepping away from me as he pulled the door open and stood there in the middle.

"Come on. It is getting late, and I need to shower and rest for tonight," Richard said, and I gulped and followed him.

*Where was Richard taking me?* I pondered as I silently 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?"

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 do not have to do it. I will guide you. But that is not the deal. So remain silent 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 living room black couch and awaited his return.

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

"Here is the document. You might choose not to sign it tonight. That is your business. But the earlier you sign it, the sooner that I grant you your freedom," Richard commented as he sat across from me and presented the document to me.

"Really?" I asked Richard with doubts as I smiled. I immediately skimmed through the documents, and my eyes widened in shock at what was written at the top.

**Rules and Regulations**

"What is this supposed to mean?" I asked Richard with shock as I peered at his handsome face.

His phone rang just before he could reply to me. Richard fished out his phone from his trousers pocket and answered the call. "Hello, babe."

I felt bile rise in my stomach when I heard my sister's soft 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 fists clenched.

"I know. She is so innocent that I cannot wait to spoil her," Richard commented, and Isabella gasped.

"Huh. What is that supposed to mean, Richard? Are you interested in my younger sister?" Isabella asked, her voice laced with nervousness.

Richard glanced at my face and smiled. He did not make mention to my older 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 do not 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 as he rose from his chair and walked up to his door.

"I already made myself clear to you from the first day, Isabella. That it is against my rule to fall in love. I do not love you, 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 Lord, and I am his only son. I have my own desires. And you do not meet the match." Richard unlocked his room door and went inside, and I could not hear the rest of his conversation with Isabella.

However, 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. *Would she not have been aware that Richard was the one holding me hostage right now? Or did she not 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 a pen there.

I reached for a remote that I saw on the coffee table and used it to hold the file, so it did not 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 scared me!" 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, Ma'am. I did not mean to scare you. I am Madonna Kai, Master Richard's housemaid. He asked me to show you to the guest room," Madonna said, and I sighed with relief.

"Alright." I immediately went to pick up the pen and the document, and I hurriedly followed Madonna downstairs to the living room.

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

"You can make use of this guest room, Miss. Will you need anything else?" Madonna inquired.

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

"Alright. Good night too," Madonna replied, turning around, and left the corridor.

Sighing, I glanced around at the beautiful guest room that was painted in white. I wondered if I was under surveillance.

I went to the nightstand and dropped the document and the pen safely on it. The pen had Richard's scent like a fresh fragrance of pine, and I knew that he would be in need of this pen.

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

Afterwards, I went to relieve myself in the bathroom and returned to the bed, and slowly sat on it.

I did not even have any clothes with me. As I was tired and feeling too sleepy, I did not want to take off the dress.

I was scared; *What if Richard might come into this room and force himself on me?* Though the room had a lock without the key, who knows if Richard has the key to get access into this room.

I carefully shut my eyes and succumbed to sleep on the bed as soon as my head rested on the pillow.