Chapter 6

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 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 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 think you're going?" he asked, taking a step closer toward me.

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

"Hahaha! 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," he said, and I scowled.

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

"I know. You will be going back to Top Hills University once the university starts on Monday. So, I will have you registered, then you can resume your studies there. But before that, come with me," Richard said, stepping away from me as he pulled the door open and stood in the doorway.

"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 wondered as I walked out of the room and followed behind him.

Richard exited the corridor where he had ordered a tattoo on my chest and led me back into the living room. He headed 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 faster, but I immediately looked away from him shyly and murmured, "I cannot do it."

"You don't have to do anything. I will guide you. But that's not the deal for tonight. So keep quiet and come with me," Richard said sternly. He continued the rest of the journey to the top floor, and I tiredly followed him.

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

"Have a seat here on the couch. I'm coming back with the document for you to sign," he said before walking away. I sat on the couch and awaited his return.

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

"Here's the document. You can choose not to sign it tonight. That's your business. But the sooner you sign it, the sooner I grant you your freedom," he said as he sat across from me.

"Really?" I asked him in surprise, skepticism laced in my voice, and forcing a smile.

I swiftly skimmed 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 in shock, peering at his face, as he sat across from me.

Richard smiled, but his phone rang just before he could reply. He fished out his phone and answered the call. "Hello, babe."

I felt bile rise in my stomach when I heard my sister softly respond to Richard, "Hey, sweetie. I'm calling to see if you got home safely. I'm so sorry that I left the club early with my sister. You know that she is not the club type of person," Isabella said, speaking to Richard apologetically.

However, Richard ensured to put the phone on speaker, and my fists clenched.

"I know. She is so innocent that I cannot wait to spoil her," he grinned, smirking at me, and Isabella gasped.

"Huh. What's that supposed to mean, Richard? Are you interested in my younger sister?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with curiosity, as she tried to control her anger.

Richard looked at my face, his lips curled into a smile, and he didn't mention to my elder sister that he had bought me that night, nor did he tell her that I was branded with his name on my chest. The tattoo still hurt, and here he was chuckling and discussing with my sister.

"Isabella, I am not interested in your sister. What can she offer me? I like my women to be hot and wild in bed, and she doesn't fit in that category either," Richard said, looking away from my face as he strode away.

"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 to hear his response.

Richard walked to the corridor door, paused, and unlocked it.

"I already made myself clear to you from the first day, that it is against my rule to fall in love, Isabella. 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 also to prevent my father from arranging a marriage for me. You know the mafia lord, and I am his only son. I have my own desires, and you don't meet the match." Richard went into the corridor, 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 stared at it.

It was past midnight, and I wondered if my parents had scolded Isabella. Wouldn't she be aware that Richard is the one holding me hostage right now? Or didn't she care if I was sold off to Richard?

Yawning, I stretched and started falling asleep.

Snapping out of my sleepy state, I stood up from the couch in the sitting room, walked towards the coffee table, and placed the document and pen there.

Seeing a remote, I reached for it on the coffee table and used it to hold the document that Richard gave me, so it wouldn't get lost, as I decided to find the restroom to relieve myself.

When I turned, I was stunned to see a middle-aged woman standing behind me and peering at me.

"Oh my goodness! You almost freaked me out!" I exclaimed. The middle-aged woman was wearing a black dress and white slippers. She was of average height with a slender body.

"I am so sorry, Ma'am. 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 downstairs," she apologized, bowing her head, and I sighed with relief.

"Alright. Take me to the room," I said and went to pick up the pen and the document quickly. Then I hurriedly followed Madonna downstairs.

Arriving at the front door of the guest room downstairs, Madonna paused in front of a huge black door, her hand reached for the knob, and unlocked it.

"You can make use of this room, Miss. Will you need anything else?" she asked politely.

"No, I am fine. It's late now, madam. Goodnight," I said, swiftly entering the room.

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

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

As I walked toward the nightstand, I dropped the document and the pen safely on it.

The blue 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 cologne, as I sniffed the faint fragrance around the pen, I kept it on the document and supported it with the remote.

After that, I went to relieve myself in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, sitting on the bed slowly to sleep.

I didn't even have any clothes with me. I was tired and feeling too sleepy again, and I didn't want to take off the blue dress, as I was scared that Richard might come into this room and force himself on me, as I lay on the bed.

The room didn't have a key, and I wondered if Richard had the key to this guest room. What if he came in here and slept with me? Although he said that he doesn't force himself on a woman, was that the truth? Did Richard not love my sister, and am I not his type of woman?

My blue eyes felt heavy, and I succumbed to sleep as soon as my head rested on the pillow.