Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Richard's POV; As I got out of the elevator and rushed out of the Henshaw Corporation building, Derek came forward to meet me. "Boss, do you need anything?" he asked, maintaining his professionalism as my assistant. "No. Get the car ready. We are leaving for the harem," I said, my voice firm but hurriedly. "Why, boss? Is anything the matter?" Derek asked, and I paused and peered at his face. "When did you start asking me ridiculous questions? Do as you are told!" I barked at him, my voice gentle but thick with fury. "Forgive me, boss," Derek apologized, before he ran to the driveway and brought out one my cars. As he parked in front of me, I swung open the back seat door and hopped in. After securing my seat belt, Derek started the car and drove off to the harem. Along the way, I knew that I didn't want Angela to go to the harem in the first place. She didn't fit into the kind of life that the women at the harem lived, satisfying different men for money and pleasure while some

Angela's POV; As I walked into the living room of the mansion after Richard, he stood in the living room, waiting for me to come in. As I stepped inside the room, his eyes watched me like a predator, but I held my breath, knowing that I was already going to die soon. The man had anger issues, but one thing I knew was that he didn't hit a woman. "Did you forget the rules and regulations that you signed? That you have to satisfy me as my property, or do you want me to read the rules to you again?" Richard asked, his voice stern as he settled on the couch like a king and watched me standing in front of him. "I didn't forget about the rules—your rules—but I have my own rules too," I challenged him, and his eyes narrowed at me as I looked at his face. "I bought you. I own you, and you have no right to make any rules," he said, and my fist clenched by my side. This was the twentieth century; where did Richard think that buying me against my wish gave him the right to do as he pleased?

Angela's POV; After I had finished my yam porridge, I rose to my feet to return to the guest room that had been given to me the previous day. I assumed that was my room, so I made a beeline for the room. As I entered the room, I breathed out heavily, wondering how I would be able to cope with the man who was supposed to be with my sister. Now, he had bought me and claimed me as his property. Heat rose up my neck at the recollection of how strong Richard's body was. My legs were still hot upon sitting on his hard thighs, and I could remember how hard he was. Why had he lied to me that he didn't want me and I wasn't his woman, yet, he was damn hard, and I could feel it? "Oh no! What do I do?" I moved over to the room window to unlock it. My face was hot, and I needed outdoor ventilation. Even as the room had air-conditioning, I was still sweating, and I blamed my body for reacting to Richard's closeness. Not having a change of clothes, I pondered if Madonna's daughter was still pre

Angela's POV; After Richard walked away with Derek and left me in the dining room, as they exited the mansion together. I sighed and watched as Madonna walked out of the kitchen to clear the dining table, as I finished my tea. "Do you need extra tea, Madam?" Madonna asked, her voice polite. "No, I am fine," I replied, standing up to leave the dining room. "Alright," said Madonna, as she focused on cleaning the table Sighing again, I moved back to the guest room given to me to rest, unsure if I could leave the house or not. I had asked Richard for his permission to leave the house, but he replied, "No." When I entered the room, I sat on the bed, waiting for Richard's response. I had fallen asleep on the bed, and when I awoke, it was nighttime. The darkness bathed the surroundings, and I yawned, seeing that I had slept so long. I did not know why, but ever since Isabella gave me that drink the night of Richard's birthday, I had been sleeping so much. So, I sat up on the bed, step

Angela's POV: "The same right you have to use your own phone," I replied bluntly, and Richard's eyes narrowed as he swiftly turned to look at me. "Do not forget the person's rules that you are to follow. If I find out that you broke my rule and keep any boyfriend when you return back to the university, it will warrant serious punishment. I am sure you do not want the death of your so-called boyfriend to be on you," said Richard, his voice cold, eyes sinister, and I frowned. "I am aware." "Good," Richard smirked and reminded me, "Fasten your seatbelt. And that reminds me, I am having a guest around, and you shouldn't get jealous when you see her." I rolled my eyes and gazed out of the window, as I peered at the building, and at the window of Isabella's room, I saw her standing by the window, holding the railings as she peered directly at my face. As our eyes locked, I smirked at her, knowing that she had failed on her mission on selling me off. Though I wasn't so sure if my fathe