Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 3

~ANGELA~

After I was sold for 50 million dollars, I fainted. When I awoke, I was shocked to see my head resting on someone's thigh.

My blue eyes fluttered open, and I remembered Isabella saying I would be sold as a s*x slave to a mafia boss. I was terrified, thinking I was already taken against my will.

However, my eyes landed on him—my elder sister's boyfriend.

How could this be?

Richard peered at me calmly, his eyes not shifting from mine as his thin lips pressed into a firm line. He didn't bother to explain anything.

I glanced at my chest and was relieved to see I was still wearing my blue dress.

But how did I end up in a car with him?

How did I end up with Richard Henshaw? Was he the man who purchased me?

"Please, stop the car. Let me go home," I begged, but the driver didn't stop. It was as if my words fell on deaf ears.

Was I a ghost? Was I dead?

I touched my legs and pinched myself, wincing at the pain. Richard quickly grasped my hands away from my legs.

"What are you doing, trying to hurt yourself?" His voice was hot, rough, and alluring.

"No," I whispered, trembling, unsure how I ended up in a car with him.

"Please, let me go home. Why are you the one taking me? Where are we going?" I asked, barely recognizing the road the driver was taking.

"You belong to me now, princess. You shouldn't think you can leave my sight or return to your parents," Richard said, and my jaw dropped.

"How? Did you purchase me?" I asked, trembling as I looked at his handsome, dark face.

"What does it look like? You were auctioned at the dark realm auction, and I purchased you. So, you should be answering my questions, not the other way around. How did you end up there? The auction house doesn't sell illegal items. This suggests you went there willingly." Richard clasped my hands, which were still tied together and untied them.

"No, I didn't want to be sold. I cannot agree to be sold to anyone, and you do not own me," I challenged him.

"I see," he muttered and looked away as the car took another turn.

"Do you know who I am?" Richard asked, not bothering to look at me as he fished out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.

"You're Richard Henshaw, my elder sister's boyfriend," I said, and he smiled.

"Apart from that, do you know what I do for a living?" he asked, his cold voice making my heart quiver.

"Um, no. I don't know. But Isabella said you're the son of a mafia lord, and your father is Wesley Henshaw," I commented, and he nodded.

"Good. Since you know who my father is, you should understand that you already know me too. I bought you tonight, and I don't care how you ended up for sale. Even your parents can't take you away from me. They know the rules of the mafia in Top Hills City, and my father is the top mafia boss. So, you should be warned, little princess. You are not to leave my house or try to escape. I will have you branded on your chest so that you bear my name wherever you go."

"No, I don't want to be sold. I never wanted anything to do with you. Isabella misunderstood everything. She thought I was trying to steal you from her. Please, let me go home. My sister loves you. Don't brand me. I cannot become your s*x slave," I cried, trying to plead with Richard.

I was relieved that Richard was the one who bought me, thinking it might mean I could return home.

"Don't touch me!" Richard smacked my hands away from his as he glared at me.

"Do you want me to fụck you here in this car? Do you want to experience your first time in this car?" He glared at me, and I shuddered, gulping hard.

"No, I don't want it. I don't want you," I mumbled, and he smiled.

"You will. Definitely not now," he reached to touch my hair, but I raised my hands and smacked his away.

The car pulled to a stop, and I gazed out the tinted window.

"We have arrived home. Welcome home, my princess," Richard said, extinguishing his cigarette.

"Don't call me that. My name is Angela Moraga, not a princess," I told him through clenched teeth, and he smiled.

"I know. And you don't have to correct me. Come out now," Richard got out of the car first, and I felt dread run down my spine.

I remembered my phone was in my handbag, which was in Isabella's car. How could I reach my parents?

I knew my father's phone number and planned to call him. My parents were on a business trip, and I didn't know how they would react to my absence.

Would they look for me? Would they come and get me away from Richard's grip?

How dare Richard Henshaw call me his property? I couldn't imagine sleeping with the same man my sister had been intimate with.

I didn't want anything to do with Richard Henshaw. Many young women wanted him, but I wanted to further my education at Top Hills University to study medicine and become a surgeon.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the driver got out of the car and opened the door.

Richard had already walked away, and I saw some men in black bow and welcome him as he approached the front of his mansion.

"Is Richard the owner of this magnificent house?" I wondered as the driver told me, "Come out. Don't think you can run away. Master Richard is being nice by bringing you here instead of taking you straight to the harem."

My brows furrowed, wondering what he meant.

I recalled that I wasn't the only one sold. Other young women were sold, and Richard said the auction was legal, meaning all those young women agreed to sell themselves. Was that the truth? What if they were kidnapped and sold like me?

I silently followed the man who led me into the luxurious white mansion.