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

(Richard's POV) I first saw her eyes—the same blue eyes the young woman Isabella had brought to my birthday party at the clubhouse. How was this possible? I had only arrived at the auction with my father because he wanted me to accompany him to witness tonight's auction and bidding. Seeing those enchanting blue eyes, I couldn't look away. I could smell her innocence and felt the urge to spoil 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, gazing at the women displayed on the stage for sale. None of them captured my attention except for Angela. I waited eagerly for her to be auctioned. I knew she was mine the moment I laid eyes on her. She was stunning, with long blonde hair and a pretty oval face. "Richard," my father called, pulling me back to attention and snapping me out of my trance. "Dad, I'll choose when I see a woman who catches my attention," I mumbl

(Angela's POV) The driver led me into the living room, where I halted and asked him, "Hello, excuse me. Who owns this house?" "Master Richard," he replied tensely. As I glanced around the living room where Richard strode toward the stairs, I caught him glaring at the driver with bloodshot eyes. "Get out, Derek!" Richard sneered, and the driver bolted from the room. 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 negotiating with this man proved futile, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party. "Don't call me that," Richard grunted, glaring at me as well. "Huh, what do I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked, and his eyes narrowed. Richard descended the stairs and strode toward me. The next moment, he loomed in front of me, his firm hands clasping my neck. "You are so stubborn, unlike the calm woman I saw at my birth

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 to let you know that I have your second daughter with me," Richard said, still on the phone call 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." Richard ended the call and put his phone back into his trouser pocket and peered at my face. "Where do you think you're going?" 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 he laughed. "Go on and scream! It seems like yo

RICHARD'S POV The time had passed 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 spoke. "Richard, how was your gift? I still worry because you didn't take her to the harem for proper training. You should know that the majority of those young women who get sold are either cruel or up to no good for allowing themselves to be used. So you must properly train them on how to please a man." "Dad, I have no interest in training her," I said, 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 to come and take her for the training. It's important, and it protects your safety too," Dad said, his voice firm and leaving me no chance to decline. "Fine, do as you please…" I grumbled, and he agreed. "Alright. It's only a lecture, and no one will use her. It will help her understand the master-to-servant relati

ISABELLA'S POV "Dad is lying? Richard isn't 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, and 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 had bought Angela. I couldn't believe my ears as Richard asked me, "Tell me, why did you put your sister up for sale? You didn't think that I would visit the Dark Realm Auction tonight, did you?" "No, I…" I lost words to explain. "Tell me why you sold your sister? You signed the consent form and sold her against her will. Didn't you?" Richard queried me, and I couldn't believe he had readied himself to splash 50 million dollars on