Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

**ISABELLA POV** The phone line went silent for a while, and Morgan's voice cut through the air, "My Dad cannot help me. If he finds out what you did, he will not agree for me to help you. Do you not have any money? How about the money I sent to you? You can send it back to me; let me see if I can be able to use it. I will ask from my friend, as I am sure that your bid will get to 20 million dollars. But one more thing, if anyone bids more than my capacity, I will give you up," Morgan said regretfully, and I knew that he cannot do more than himself. "Alright. I will pay you back. Please, help me. I will resend the money to you. I have 2 million dollars plus the five million dollars. That's 7 million dollars in my account. I will send it now. Please, help me, Morgan." "Alright. Enough of the tears. I haven't seen your name in the registry, so you wait until you get registered," Morgan said, and I breathed out heavily. "Alright." Once the call ended, I quickly forwarded the 7 millio

**RICHARD POV** However, as I got out of the house, I met Derek standing in front of my garage. "Where to, boss?" Derek asked, walking over to meet me, and offering to drive me around the city. After all, he was my driver. "To the restaurant nearby. I cannot eat whatever Susan cooked. She has fallen for me, and I have dismissed her today," I grumbled, and Derek's eyes widened at my statement. "Get the Maybach ready," I dismissed him, and he smiled and went to bring my car. As I stood outside the house, I smoked and waited for Derek to pull the black car in front of me. However, Madonna arrived with a black grocery bag and met me smoking at the front of the house. She hastily rushed to the front of the house and knelt before me. "Master Richard, Susan called me and said that you have fired her because of how she dresses. Please, forgive my daughter," Madonna begged, kneeling a few feet away from me on my vast interlocked residence. My mansion was built on about six hectares of

**RICHARD POV** "Are you threatening me, Richard?" Damon asked. "No, I'm only curious as to know who tipped you off with such pointless information. You see, the Dark Realm Auction is legalized in a way to help women—women who want to be owned by a master. It's the same way women get married to get men to help them. It's not coercion; it's a form of an agreement between two parties, and you dumbasses didn't know this and think to threaten me. If you have nothing more important to say, I will drop the call now," I stated, my voice cold. "Mmm…" Damon was lost for words, but he regained himself and said, "The matter is open for inspection, and I will have to investigate it. You either cooperate and allow the police to do their jobs, or you risk getting arrested." "Whatever. When you are ready, you should let me know. I have no interest in lying to you," I laughed, knowing that there was no way to back out. Damon can choose to investigate whatever he likes, but I wasn't afraid of them

*Angela Moraga* Red and purple flowers were mixed with my bathing water, and its fragrance filled my nostrils. As I stepped into the bathtub and finished my bath, I stepped out and wrapped a white towel around my chest. Then, I went back to the room to find a dress to put on. The thought of Isaac flashed in my mind, but I waved it off, believing I would see him when I got to the university the following week. When I looked around the room that I was offered, I strode to the wardrobe and brought out a dress that I would wear. My hand reached for the blue dress, as it had short sleeves and a center parting at the front of the chest. Sighing, I donned the blue dress, as I had no other option. My stomach growled in hunger, a reminder that I hadn't had breakfast. The blue dress was short, just as Rosa had lectured me that Richard liked short dresses. Shaking my head, I moved over to the mirror to dry my hair, as I knew that I had to go to the fourth floor for my meal. I finished dry

*ANGELA POV* I had finished breakfast—custard, bread, and milk—and was getting ready to return to my room to rest, as I had nothing else to do. Then I noticed Emily and Vivian peering at me. After Rosa had warned Vivian to keep her distance, the other young women in the harem avoided me. I basically had no friends here, and they all avoided me after learning I was Richard Henshaw's property. His name sent dread down their spines; some women even bowed to me as if I were a princess. They stepped aside in the queue, allowing me to order my breakfast, even though I hadn't asked for such treatment. I was tense, feeling eyes on me in the cafeteria and hearing whispers echoing around me. I just wanted to escape, to get away from all of them. I wished I could wake up and realize it was all a dream, but it wasn't. My fist clenched at the thought of my older sister brutally selling me off while she was enjoying herself at home. Did my parents even try to find me? The thought that they had