Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

**ANGELA POV** "Stop the car!" I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga, drove down another road. "Oh yeah! Do you think I will allow Richard to date you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off," she yelled furiously. "Isabella, you are misunderstanding. Richard and I are not dating. He was only asking me about you, please. Don't do this," I cried, tied up in the back seat of her car. How did I end up here? I was invited to Isabella's boyfriend, Richard Henshaw's, birthday party at the club. Richard kept looking at me instead of my sister. Isabella was 21, a partygoer. We were alike in looks and stature, but she was my elder sister. I saw the angry look on Isabella's face, and I wasn't happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, a member of a powerful mafia family. But she failed to understand that I could not betray her. Isabella and I were from the same parents, but she was my elder sister. I never thought she would read meaning into Richard's looks. Even when Richard skipped Isabella and came to meet me for a toast, I knew she was going to react. I declined Richard's offer for a drink. He was 24 years old and feared by many. I wouldn't have attended his birthday party if not for my sister's insistence. She brought me to the club and took me to Richard's party. I was a decent girl, and my parents hardly allowed me out of the house except to go to school. My elder sister and I were close, but I wouldn't have thought she would want to sell me off or get so annoyed at the thought that I wanted to snatch Richard Henshaw. How could I do that? After Isabella offered to take me home, she gave me a drink, and that was the last thing I remembered. I was an 18-year-old girl, and I had big dreams of becoming a surgeon. My dreams and focus were on reading my books; now my sister had interfered. I drank the wine Isabella gave me, even when my intuition told me not to. I trusted my sister. I love her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her college life. Isabella was already a sophomore, and I was a freshman. However, after I drank that drink, the alcoholic taste burned my throat, but to make my sister happy, I finished it. Later, I passed out, and when I awoke, I saw myself in a car—inside Isabella's car. I was tied by my wrists and ankles, and only God knows where she was taking me. She had driven past the neighbourhood where my parents live. Mom and Dad were going to be worried about me. "Please, Isabella, don't do this. Please…" I cried in the back seat of her car, but she didn't reply. Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart palpitations calmed. "Isabella," I tried calling my sister's name as she sat in the driver's seat, dressed impeccably in a lovely red dress. "Hello, Morgan. I have a special present for you," Isabella spoke in her soft tone, and my heart beat increased. Who is Morgan? Who is my sister calling? "I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say." The person behind the call asked my sister. Isabella looked back at me, lying on the rear chair, and she grinned. "You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the Dark House Auction is tonight, and I don't want to miss out on selling her off before my parents find out," Isabella said, clicking on her steering wheel, and I yelled, "I am not for sale! Isabella, don't do this! Please, let me go! I am your sister, why?" The call went silent, and the man behind the call replied, "I will be there. Hold up." The call ended, and Isabella still didn't look back at me. "Why are you doing this? You were the one who took me to Richard's birthday party? Why do you want to sell me off? What crime did I commit?" I asked my sister, and she scoffed. "You have always earned Mom and Dad's love more than I. The same with Top Hills University. I wanted to go there, but Mom and Dad declined. But when you mentioned it, they readily agreed to everything. You steal everything from me, although I am the older sister. The men admire you. So, why should I not sell you off? You are going to become a s*x slave to a mafia boss. That's what pretty bìtches like you are born to become. A whòre!" I looked at my elder sister's face in stunned silence. "Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn't pass the admission requirements into Top Hills University, and that's why you weren't accepted. This has nothing to do with Mom and Dad. Please, let me go. I don't want to become a prostitute. Please…" I cried, but she didn't bother to look at me. She pulled out her lipstick and painted her lips bold red. "You do not have to wear makeup to look good. You have everything: big bréasts, a sexy shape, and a pretty oval face. I cannot allow you to continue to outshine me. So just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 pm. Let's see who is going to buy you. Just pray it's not going to be an old man who will purchase you. Hahaha!" Isabella laughed, and I knew that begging her was a waste. The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught my attention, and I looked at the three men in black who came forward to take me out of the car. "Welcome, Morgan. This is my younger sister, Angela Moraga. She's causing so much inconvenience for me," Isabella said once she got out of the car. The man named Morgan ordered the men, "Inject her to calm her down." "No, don't do this! Someone help!" I screamed, but it all fell on deaf ears. As I struggled inside the back seat of the car, a man reached for the door and unlocked it. I was injected with a substance that made me pass out. When I awoke, I heard the loud sound of people cheering and then the white light that flashed on me. I was sitting in front of a crowd. My hands were tied, my lips were taped, my legs were bound, and I was set up like goods ready to be sold. "Attention, everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. She's a virgin, and her price starts from 1 million dollars!" The auctioneer announced, and I was stunned. I struggled to break free. I couldn't see the crowd as darkness covered them all, but the stage was lit with bright lights. How can Isabella do this to me? "5 million dollars!" A man bid. "10 million dollars!" Three other men bid. "20 million dollars!" Another man bid, and the hall fell into a tense silence. "20 million dollars going?" The auctioneer asked. "50 million dollars!" Another man bid, raising his paddle, and the hall fell in dead silence. How can anyone bid 50 million dollars for me? I was shivering on the stage. "50 million going? 50 million, anyone else?" The auctioneer asked, but no one was ready to raise the bar higher. "Sold!" The auctioneer announced, and I fainted at the realization that I was sold off to someone against my will. I swore to get my revenge on Isabella whenever I got out of this place.