Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

"Stop the car!" Angela yelled as her elder sister, Isabella Moraga, drove down the wrong path. "Oh Angela! Do you think that I will allow Richard to date you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back, after I sell you off," Isabella yelled furiously. "Isabella, you are misunderstanding everything. Richard and I are not dating. He was only asking me about you. Please, don't do this," Angela cried. She was tied in the back seat of Isabella's car. How did Angela end up here? Isabella had invited Angela to her boyfriend Richard Henshaw's birthday party at the club. When they arrived, Richard kept looking at Angela instead of her elder sister, Isabella. Isabella was 21, a partygoer. Angela and Isabella were alike in looks and stature, but Isabella was her elder sister. Angela saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, and she was not happy about it. Isabella loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a powerful mafia family. But she failed to understand that Angela could not betray her. Isabella and Angela were both from the same parents, but Isabella was three years older. Angela never thought that her sister would read meaning into Richard's looks. Even when Richard skipped Isabella and came to meet Angela for a toast, she knew that Isabella was going to react. Angela declined Richard's offer for a drink with her. He was 24 years old and was feared by many. She would not have attended his birthday party if not for her sister's insistence. Isabella brought Angela to the club and took her to Richard's party. Angela was a decent girl. Her parents hardly allowed her out of their house except to go to school. Her elder sister and she were close, but Angela would not have thought that Isabella would want to sell her off or get so annoyed to think that she wanted to snatch Richard Henshaw. How could she do that? After Isabella offered to take Angela home, she gave her a drink, and that was the last thing Angela remembered. Angela was an 18-year-old girl, and she had big dreams to become a surgeon. Her dreams and focus were on reading her books. Now her sister had interfered. After Angela drank the drink Isabella gave her—even when her intuition told her not to—she trusted her sister. She loved her. They discussed and chatted as Isabella updated her on her rough life. Isabella was already a second year in college, and Angela was a freshman. However, after Angela drank that drink, the alcoholic taste burned her throat. But to make her sister happy, she finished it up. Later, Angela passed out. When she awoke, she saw herself in a car—inside Isabella's car. She was tied by her wrists and ankles, and only God knew where Isabella was taking her. Angela saw Isabella had driven past the city where their parents lived. They were going to be worried about her. "Please Isabella, don't do this. Please…" Angela cried in the back seat of Isabella's car, but she did not reply. Soon, the car tires screeched to a halt, and Angela's heart palpitations calmed. "Isabella," Angela tried calling her sister's name as Isabella 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 Angela's heart beat increased. *Who was Morgan? Who was Isabella calling?* Angela pondered. "I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say?" the person on the call asked her sister. Isabella looked back at Angela lying on the chair in the rear, and she grinned. "You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the auction is today, and I don't want to miss out on selling her off before my parents find out," Isabella said. She clicked on her steering wheel, and Angela 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 on the call replied, "I will be there. Hold up." The call ended, and Isabella still did not look back at her. "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?" Angela asked her elder sister, and she scoffed. "You have always earned Mom and Dad's love more than me. 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 despite 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 w***e!" Angela looked at her elder sister in stunned silence. "Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn't pass the admission result 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…" Angela cried, but Isabella did not bother to look at her. Isabella fished out her lipstick and painted her lips bloody red. "You do not have to make up to look good. You have everything—big breasts, sexy shape, and pretty 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 that will purchase you. Hahaha!" Isabella laughed, and Angela knew that begging her was a waste. The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught Angela's attention. She looked at the three men who came forward to Isabella's car to take her out. "Welcome, Morgan. Here is my younger sister, she is causing so much inconvenience for me," Isabella said as 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!" Angela screamed, but it all fell on deaf ears. As she struggled inside the back seat of Isabella's car, the man reached for the door and unlocked it. He injected her with a substance that made her pass out. When Angela awoke, she heard the loud sound of people cheering and then the white light that flashed on her. She was standing in front of a crowd. Her hands were tied, her lips cellotaped. Her legs were tied, and she was set up like a good ready to be sold. "Attention everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin with fair porcelain skin. Her price starts from 1 million dollars!" the host shouted, and Angela was stunned. Angela tried to break free. She could not see the crowd as darkness covered them all. But the stage was lit with bright lights. How could Isabella do this to her? "5 million dollars!" someone bid. "10 million dollars!" three other people bid. "20 million dollars!" someone else bid, and the hall fell in a tense silence. "20 million dollars going?" the host asked. "50 million dollars!" someone else bid, raising his paddle, and the hall fell in dead silence. How could anyone bid 50 million dollars for her? Angela was shivering on the stage. "50 million going? 50 million, anyone else?" the host asked, but no one was ready to raise the bar higher. "Sold!" the host announced, and Angela fainted at the realization that she was sold off to someone against her will. She swore to get her revenge on Isabella if she ever got out of this place.