All Chapters of Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ethan's POV:When I reached home, I watched my driver pull into the driveway and park. As I got out of the car, my bodyguards welcomed me, but I strode into the mansion. The house felt quiet as the maids greeted me upon my arrival.I wanted to retreat to my room on the top floor, but my interest piqued about what Isabella was up to. Had she signed the contract I presented to her?I moved to her door and knocked. There was no response. When I turned the knob, the door unlocked, and I saw Isabella lying on the bed. She appeared peaceful. Her blonde locks scattered over the bed, and her face seemed relaxed. My eyes drank in her exquisite form, and I felt a pang in my heart that I had almost forced myself on her.My father's words replayed in my mind: I had to welcome a bride. Why not marry Isabella? My mind buzzed, but I knew the risk.Getting married as a mafia lord was risky. Our wife could come under attack, and enemies could use that to force us into releasing some of our deals or in

Isabella's POV:My heart thundered in my chest as I followed Johnson, wondering what Ethan wanted from me again.I recalled Ethan had said he wouldn’t touch me tonight. Did he want to sleep with me? Did he want to torture me?I gulped down my anxiety and stepped into the mansion with Johnson. The living room stood empty except for Anala, who walked out of her room in a green nightdress. She peered at me and frowned.“Who asked you to come inside? Are you done washing the clothes?” Anala asked, her voice loud as she glared at me.“Yes,” I replied calmly, lacking the energy to argue with her.“Good. I will inspect the clothes by tomorrow. You’d better have washed them well.” She turned away and went back to her room, still on her phone as her fingers clicked across the screen.“Where is Ethan?” I asked Johnson, who stood aside waiting for Anala to finish with me.“In his study on the top floor. Do you know the way?” Johnson asked, meeting my gaze as he towered over me.“No. Can you show

Isabella's POV:Ethan didn’t pay attention to Anala or move me off his thighs.When I tried to use the chance to slip away and rise from his lap, his firm hands caught my waist and pulled me back down hard onto his thighs.“I didn’t ask you to stand up or leave,” Ethan said coldly. His hot breath brushed my skin and neck and sent chills crashing down my spine.Anala invited herself into the office when she saw her brother wouldn’t let me go.“Brother, what is going on here?” She threw the question at him. He still refused to release my waist or let me go.“We are having our dinner and you are interrupting me. What do you want, Anala?” Ethan asked coolly. I tried not to stare at her face.“Brother, I don’t like this bìtch. You should sell her off. You shouldn’t touch her!” Anala screamed. Ethan didn’t defend me.“I know. I will sell her off. So you have nothing to worry about,” he answered calmly. I tried to get away from him; I couldn’t believe my ears. His grip stayed firm on my wais

Angela's POV"What the hell is going on, Angela? How can you and your sister get sold? What is happening? Who bought Isabella? Was it Richard too? What sick game are those evil men playing? Why you? Why your sister?" Florence pressed for answers, and I stared around the parking lot.Derek wasn't around, but two men in black sat there. They were discussing, and I didn't want to attract their attention or divulge any information I wasn't sure of."I don't know, Florence. Like I told you, it's complicated. The truth is that Isabella sold me off. When my parents found out, they sold her off too. The bottom line is that she isn't with Richard anymore. Richard broke up with Isabella after he purchased me.""But she had slept with him. What difference does it make?" she retorted, disgust laced in her voice.My heart twisted deeply within my chest. It shouldn't hurt, but I felt bitterness to think that Richard had slept with Isabella and planned to sleep with me too.But then, I recalled that

Richard's POV:My mood plummeted, my blood chilling to below zero. My brows furrowed deeply as I refused to accept Vivian's hand in marriage. She smiled, meeting my gaze.She stretched her right hand forward. "It's nice to meet you, Master Richard.""Mm…" My brows furrowed as I couldn't respond.Vivian looked like a real harlot. Her ample breasts were exposed, and the green dress popped out her slender figure. Bright makeup adorned her face, her glossy lips tainted red. She was beautiful, but not my choice of a bride.A heavy silence fell in the hall as everyone waited for my response—both my father, and Vivian's father. I had to think before I responded to avoid them picking up the hint that it was because of Angela."Dad, don't you think that I am too young to get married now?" I asked him, breaking the silence.Dad's brows furrowed as he burst out laughing coldly. "No, Richard. Come on, let's have our breakfast first. You can ask for Vivian's contact and get to know more about her.