Todos os capítulos de Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Richard's POV: In the dark realm auction house, I sat with my father when my gaze fell on the beautiful young woman set up on the stage. However, I recognized those blue eyes—the same as the pretty young woman Isabella had brought to my 24th birthday party at my clubhouse. How was this possible? I had only arrived at the auction because my father wanted me to join in watching and bidding that night. But once I saw those pretty blue eyes, I couldn't look away. I could perceive her innocence and felt the urge to protect her. "Richard, do you desire to buy any of the women tonight? You can use her as your 24th birthday present," my father, Mr. Wesley Henshaw, said. "Dad..." I grumbled, looking at the six women set up on the stage to be sold. None of them caught my eye except for Angela. I was waiting for her to be sold. I knew she was mine the moment I set my eyes on her. She was so beautiful, with long blonde hair and a pretty oval face. "Richard," my father called, snapping me ou

Angela's POV: The driver led me into the living room, and I stopped and asked him, "Hello, excuse me. Who owns this house?" "Master Richard," he replied tensely. As I looked into the living room where Richard strode toward the stairs, I saw him glaring at the driver with bloodshot eyes. "Get out, Derek!" Richard barked, and the driver quickly fled. I gritted my teeth, wondering how I had ended up with my elder sister's boyfriend. "Master Richard, please, let me go home," I pleaded, trying to negotiate with him. I knew it was futile negotiating with this cold-hearted man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party. "Don't call me that," Richard grunted as he glared at me too. "Huh, what do I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed. Richard came downstairs and strode toward me. The next moment, he stood in front of me, and his firm hands clasped around my neck. "You are so stubborn, unlike the calm kitten I saw at my

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.

Richard: It was past midnight, and someone dared to call me at this hour. When I picked up the phone, my father's name flashed on the screen. "Dad," I said. "Richard, how was your gift? I am still bothered because you did not take her to the harem for proper training. You should know that the majority of those young women sold are either cruel or up to no good for allowing themselves to be used. So proper training is required to teach them how to please a man," Dad said, his voice firm. "Dad, I do not have any interest in training her," I replied, reclining in my office seat as I ran a hand through my short black hair. "Richard!" Dad snapped, his voice loud and clear. "I am sending Aaron tomorrow morning to take her for the training. It is important and for your safety too," Dad replied, his voice colder and not giving me a chance to decline. "Fine, do as you please…" I grumbled, and he agreed. "Alright, Richard. It is only a lecture and not like she is going to be used. It wi

Isabella: "Dad is lying? Richard is not the one who bought Angela," I murmured, refusing to believe what my father said. *How is that possible? How can Richard Henshaw be the one who bought my sister?* My hand trembled, anxiety coursed through my veins as I phoned Richard back. "Hello," Richard's deep voice hit my eardrum, calm and soothing as always and making me wet. "Richard, are you the one who bought my sister?" I asked with a trembling voice. The call went silent until Richard's tone shifted to one of resentment, confirming to me that he was the one who had bought Angela. I could not believe my ears as Richard said, "Tell me, why did you put your sister up for sale? You did not think that I would visit the Dark Realm Auction tonight, did you?" "No, I…" I was at a loss for words to explain. "Tell me why you sold your sister? You signed the consent form and sold her against her will. Did you not?" Richard queried me, and I could not believe he was ready to spend fifty milli