All Chapters of Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Angela's POV "Stop the damn car!" I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga drove down the wrong path. "Oh Angela! Do you think I will allow Richard to date you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off," Isabella yelled. "Isabella, you are mistaken. Richard and I are not dating. He was only asking me about you, please. Don't do this," I cried, tied in the back seat of her car. How did I end up here? That Saturday night, Isabella invited me to her boyfriend, Richard Henshaw's birthday party at the club. When we arrived, Richard kept looking at me instead of my sister. Isabella was 21 and a partygoer. We looked alike in appearance and stature, but she was my elder sister. I saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, and I wasn't happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who came from a wealthy mafia family. But she failed to understand that I could not betray her. Isabella and I shared the same parents, but she was my older sister. I never t

~ ANGELA After someone had sold me for fifty million dollars, I fainted. When I awoke, I was shocked to see my head resting on someone's thigh. My blue eyes fluttered open because I recalled that Isabella had said I would be sold as a sex slave to a mafia boss. I was scared, thinking someone had already taken me against my will. However, my blue eyes landed on him—my elder sister's boyfriend. How was this possible? Richard peered at my face calmly, his eyes not shifting away from mine as his thin lips pressed into a firm line. He didn't bother to explain anything to me. I glanced at my chest and, thankfully, I was still wearing my blue dress. But how did I end up in a car with him? How did I get to be in the same car as Richard Henshaw? Was he the man who had purchased me? "Please, stop the car. Let me go home, please," I begged him, but the car driver didn't bother to stop. It was as if my words fell on deaf ears. 'Was I a ghost? Was I killed?' I touched my legs and pinche

ANGELA I sat tensely in the chair as Agnes brought her tattoo equipment to brand my chest with Richard’s name. I hadn’t expected this day to come. How did I end up like this? In just one day and one night, I was sold off to my sister’s boyfriend. Tears welled up in my blue eyes, but Agnes didn’t say a word to me. She focused on her job, avoiding any mistakes, as though she would be killed if she did it wrongly. “You don’t have to cry. Master Richard has never allowed anyone to wear his brand before,” Agnes said as she kept her gaze focused on my chest. I winced as the cold drawing tools pierced my skin, carving Richard Henshaw’s name into it. Once Agnes finished, she smiled and stepped away from me. “Take a look at it,” she said as the room filled with bright, white light. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I was stunned to see Richard’s name written in bold italic font on my chest. “Do you love it? Do you wish to add anything to it?” Agnes asked, grinning from cheek

RICHARD After my call with Isabella ended, I contacted Madonna and asked her to take care of Angela. I knew I didn’t have time to show Angela around my mansion. I lived in a magnificent white duplex with my men, but they had their own security house next to my gate. No one went in or out without my permission. Though I frequently visited my father’s house whenever he wanted me home, after I turned twenty-two, I bought this duplex and moved here after graduating from Top Hills University. I knew that if I spent more time with Angela Moraga, I would desire to touch her. My hands longed to feel her body, just as her blonde locks felt warm. As I stood in my sitting room, Madonna stepped out of the balcony and informed me, “I have shown her to the guest room, sir.” “Which of the guest rooms?” I asked, my voice calm and my gaze fixed on Madonna’s face. I knew that I had some guest rooms upstairs, but they were for my family members. “The one on the first floor,” Madonna replied, po

Isabella's POV: "Isla, I thought you attended the Dark Realm Auction tonight?" I asked, knowing it was Saturday night. "No. I didn't attend it. Why should I attend it? I do not have anything to sell and also, my Dad or Dan didn't invite me," Isla replied, and I knew that getting an invitation or ticket into the auction was strict. Only men were permitted entry. Women were up for grabs as goods to be sold. "That's fine. But I was asking because I already sold off Angela." "What?" Isla gasped, surprise laced in her tone. "You are not joking right?" She asked, doubt tinged in her voice. "No, how can I lie with such news. I sold Angela off. I just cannot stand seeing her in this house. She stole everything from me. Our parents' love, care, the boys admire her in college. What more. All the things that I desire to have. She has it in quantum. She is beautiful, alluring… I contacted Morgan and he helped me sell her off," I admitted, not feeling any regret. "But she is your only sister