Chapter 4
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~ANGELA~
When the tall, muscular man led me into the living room of the white mansion, I stopped and asked, "Hello me. Who owns this house?"
"Master Richard," he replied tensely.
I peered around the living room and saw Richard striding toward the stairs. However, he paused on the stairs and glanced back at the driver with red, bloodshot eyes.
"Get out, Derek!" Richard yelled, his voice thunderous. The driver swiftly ran out.
"Mm…" I gritted my teeth, wondering how I ended up with my elder sister's boyfriend.
"Master Richard, please, let me go home," I begged, trying to negotiate with him. I knew it was futile to negotiate with this stone-cold, ruthless man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party.
"Don't call me that," Richard replied, his voice cold as he glared at me.
"Huh, what should I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked, and his eyes narrowed.
Richard strode downstairs and marched up to me. I cowered backward in fear as he approached.
The next moment, he stood in front of me, tall and imposing, his firm hands clasping around my neck in a gentle but firm grip.
"You are so stubborn, unlike the calm woman I saw at my birthday. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?" Richard questioned, his voice hot, husky, and magnetic as he caressed my face.
Richard stood taller than me. I wasn't even up to his shoulder, and I gulped hard. His smoky, masculine scent wafted through the air, invading my nostrils and disrupting my thoughts.
"No… I don't want to have anything to do with you. Please, let me go home," I begged, but his eyes narrowed.
"Hmm," Richard breathed out and released my neck, caressing my left cheek.
"What will you do to make me let you go? Do you think it's a lie that you belong to me? Take a look at the receipt," Richard said, smirking. He pulled out a white receipt and showed it to me.
"NAME: ANGELA MORAGA. SOLD: 50 MILLION DOLLARS," was boldly written on the receipt, signed by the Dark Realm Auction House and bearing Richard's name.
"What? But I never agreed to be sold," I snapped, tears welling up in my blue eyes.
"Please, I have a dream to become a surgeon. I don't want to be your s*x slave. Please…" I cried, collapsing to Richard's feet. The thought of becoming his bed warmer made my stomach churn. I held his legs, trying to beg him.
"Please, let me go home. I will do anything you want me to do. Please, just let me go back to my life. I don't want any of this…" I begged, but Richard squatted and reached for my hands.
His hands held mine in a gentle but firm grip, and he pulled me back up to my feet.
"You are not so dumb, are you? You are going back home. You belong to me now, and I want you," Richard said, his voice firm and his obsidian black eyes glowing with interest.
"No way. I don't want you, and you cannot rápe me. You will go to jail if you force yourself on me!" I warned, glaring at him with a deadly stare, but he laughed, looking breathtakingly handsome.
"Who said I will force myself on you? I do not force myself on women. They offer themselves to me on a platter of gold, and I take pleasure in taunting them. You never asked your elder sister about me. She will tell you that I have never touched her or known the color of her lingerie," Richard said, his tone confident as he moved away from me and strode to his bar.
Different bottles of wine lined the transparent bar. The living room was extremely furnished, making it hard to believe Richard owned this palace-like mansion. The aquarium with golden fish, the beautiful set of black couches, and the flat-screen television on low volume made the home feel alive.
Richard's phone rang loudly, breaking the awkward silence. He pulled out his phone, glanced at the caller's name, and answered.
"Hello, Derek, what is it?" Richard asked, his voice stern, making my heart skip a beat.
If he doesn't want s*x, then why did he purchase me?
"Let her in," Richard ordered coldly, and I glanced backward as the magnificent living room door swung open.
A tall young woman wearing a black coat, leather trousers, and boots strode into the room. She was fair-skinned, and beautiful, carrying a black school bag on her left shoulder.
"Good evening, Master Richard. You sent for me," she greeted, her tone warm as she bowed her head.
"Welcome, Agnes. Wait a minute in the dressing room. I will send her to you now," Richard replied casually, dismissing the young woman as Derek came in next.
"Where's the dressing room?" she asked, and Derek chimed in, "Follow me." He led her away, and her eyes glowed with interest as she looked at him.
"Alright," she replied and glanced away from me, smiling as she followed Derek into the corridor on the left side.
Richard stood by the bar, filling his glass with wine. I thought to plead with him once more.
"Please, Master, let me go," I said, recalling that Richard warned me not to call him by his name. He didn't tell me what to call him either.
Richard remained silent as he picked up the glass of wine and took a sip, his lips curling up in a smile as he glanced at me.
"Care to have a drink? It's non-alcoholic," Richard asked, but I shook my head and replied nervously, "No. I want to go home."
"Mmm…" Richard smiled, took another sip, and met my gaze.
"You are not going home. I will inform your parents that you are staying with me. As for your schooling, you will resume at Top Hills University since you want to further your education. But I warn you, Princess, you are not allowed to have a boyfriend or get close to any man. If you break this rule, you will be severely punished," Richard warned. His voice sent chills down my spine as he finished his drink and refilled his glass.
"Really? Thank you," I said, a wave of relief crashing over me.
"That's not all," Richard interrupted my joy, his lips curling into a smirk. "Don't get too excited. The tattoo artist is here. Once she brands you with my name—right at the top of your chest, close to your heart—so you'll always remember who you belong to. Then you will sign the contract to abide by my rules. Got it?"
I frowned; I didn't want his brand.
Richard finished his drink and marched up to me, where I stood hesitating to agree.
He grasped my arms and tilted my face to look at him. "Did you hear everything I said?" he demanded, his voice cold, making me tremble as he glared at me.
I pressed my lips together, refusing to reply.
Richard's gaze narrowed, peering at my eyes, then down to my lips. He lifted his hand and caressed my lips with his thumb, which was covered by a black glove.
I smacked his hand away from my cheek and lips.
Richard held me firmly and lifted me off the ground, carrying me in his strong arms. "Put me down!" I screamed, unable to believe that my older sister's boyfriend was carrying me, but it fell on deaf ears as Richard marched away.
He arrived at a room door, and a young lady who looked like a maid hastily pulled it open. I hadn't seen her before, and I wondered how many people lived in this luxurious white mansion with him.
Richard stepped into the room, still carrying me. Agnes, who was sitting in a chair, rose to her feet and looked at us. A full-length mirror in the room made it look like a salon.
"Agnes, brand her chest with my full name. I want any man who looks at her chest to know that she belongs to me," Richard said, his voice firm as he placed me in the chair.
"No! I don't want your brand. Please…" I tried to beg, but he pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. "Sit properly and let her do the job. Then we move on to the next step," Richard ordered, his voice cold. I hadn't expected that he had a gun.
Seeing the cold metal pointed at my head, I dared not push his buttons and gulped hard.
"Stay still, pretty. I will tattoo Master Richard's name properly on your chest," Agnes said, her tone soft, but I glared at her.
I couldn't speak, seeing Richard standing there and watching us.
Richard withdrew his gun once he saw me sitting calmly. "Agnes, once you're done, let me know and ensure you tattoo my name boldly. I want it in bold italic font. Make it lovely and dark like me."
Richard smiled and strode to the door, and I frowned.
"Alright, Master Richard," Agnes said, but Richard had already exited the room.
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