All Chapters of Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANGELA'S POV The ray of sunlight shone on my face as I lay on the bed. As my eyes fluttered open, I felt shocked when I saw Richard seated on the couch in my room. He wore a black top, black jeans, and boots as he crossed his legs over the other. His black eyes watched me intensely. "Morning, princess," he said with a smirk, and I hastily sat up on the bed. "How did you get in here?" I asked him, shocked as I recoiled on the bed. Richard rose to his feet. His tall frame exuded an air of superiority. He stole a glance at his wristwatch, parted his lips, and said, "7 a.m. Get up and bathe fast. We are heading to the harem." "The harem. What's that?" I asked nervously and slipped out of the vast bed. I had fallen asleep the previous night, and exhaustion had overwhelmed me. The day was Sunday, and I wondered where the harem was. Did it mean a church? As I turned to face Richard, his eyes locked on mine. "Where is a harem? Is it a church?" I asked, looking at his face. He towere

ANGELA'S POV Madonna moved out of the kitchen and quickly came over to the dining table to serve me a cup of tea and two slices of bread. "Thank you, Ma," I told her, wondering how she managed to put up with a ruthless man like Richard Henshaw. I couldn't breathe properly under his gaze, as his eyes kept staring at me like a predator. "Do you need anything else, Madam?" Madonna asked once she finished setting up my breakfast. "No, I am fine," I swiftly replied. Then she moved away to the kitchen. Sighing, I picked up my tea and drank it as fast as I could because I wanted to get away from Richard. After my breakfast, I rose to my feet, and Derek had returned to the living room. "Come with me," he said, and I knew that I had no other option than to obey and follow him. When we walked out of the house, the surroundings felt calm, and I wondered where the other men in black that I saw the previous night had gone to. Derek drove a black Jeep and parked it in front of me

(Isabella's POV) I knew that I hadn't gained the title of Mrs. Henshaw, so the bodyguards didn't know me as Richard's girlfriend. Richard hardly brought me to his house. He called it his sanctuary, and he said only his property and his wife were allowed to live in his house with him. He didn't accept my proposal to come and live with him. But then, he agreed to take me to events, clubs, and any mafia event hosted to celebrate their wins. My father cleared his throat and said, "We are here to see Richard Henshaw." "Mmm," the bodyguard's eyes narrowed at us. "Name?" He asked as he placed a call. They were dressed in black ensembles. "Mr. Moraga," Dad said, and the bodyguard nodded. "Excuse me, just a minute." "Hello, boss," he said through the phone call. "What's it?" Richard asked sharply. "Boss, a group of the Moraga family is here to see you," the bodyguard replied. There was silence over the call until Richard's hard voice came through. "Let them in." "Alright, boss," the

Richard's POV: "Richard, if you are jealous of other men getting closer to that young woman, then you need to get rid of her. It shows that you are developing feelings for her," Dad says, his voice cold. "No," I snap, my voice colder. "I just wanted to help her, and I have no feelings for her," I admit, and my father looks at my face for a long stretch of silence. However, the sound of a car arriving at my manor breaks the thick silence. My phone rings, and I reach for it to see that my security, Xander, is the one calling me. "Boss, there's a group of family here to see you, Mr. Moraga…" "Mmm. Let them in," I say before the call ends. "Did you sleep with the young lady last night? What's her name?" Dad asks, peering at my face and unconcerned about the arriving guests. "I did," I lie with a smile. It is best that I make my father know that I had slept with Angela than he come up with his silly strategies again. "Mmm. Is she really a virgin?" Dad queries, and I take another s

Angela's POV: "Hey, isn't this the new lady? I wonder what is so special about her that made Master Richard choose her and purchase her last night," the first young woman says, her voice filled with jealousy. She wears a black short skirt and a pink crop top, and she has two canvas shoes on her feet. "Vivian, do not bother yourself about her. What matters now is she is a member of the Dark Realm, and you know the law. No bullying of anyone," the second lady says as she steps forward. "Hi, I am Emery Landon, and she is Vivian Vincent. We are both 23 years old and work here in the harem. How about you?" Emery extends her right hand to me for a handshake, her voice friendly, but I don't want to get close to anyone here. They know about the auction, so I have assumed they had willingly sold themselves to be used by the Dark Realm harem clients. Or maybe they are employed to work here since Rosa had said that not all the women here are for every man. "I am Angela Henshaw. It's nice to