Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 1

Angela

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It was a Saturday night, and I was invited to Isabella's boyfriend, Richard Henshaw's, birthday party at the club. However, Richard kept looking at me instead of my elder sister, his eyes lingering like a shadow that refused to fade.

Isabella was 21, a party girl, and we were alike in looks and stature, but she was my elder sister.

I saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, twisted like storm clouds gathering, and I wasn't happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a rich mafia family. But she failed to understand that I could not betray her.

Isabella and I were both from the same parents, but she was my elder sister. I never thought that my sister would read meaning into Richard's looks, as if his glances were whispers of secrets she could not bear.

Even when Richard skipped Isabella and came to meet me for a toast, I knew that she was going to react, her jealousy rising like a tide ready to crash.

I declined Richard's offer for a drink with me. He was 24 years old and was feared by many, his presence commanding the room like a predator among prey.

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 our house except to go to school. My elder sister and I were close, but I wouldn't have thought that she would want to sell me off or get so annoyed as to think 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 am 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 elder sister had interfered, shattering them like fragile glass underfoot.

After I drank the drink Isabella gave me—even when my intuition told me not to—I trusted my sister. I loved her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her rough life, her words flowing like a river of hidden sorrows.

Isabella was already a sophomore, and I was a freshman.

However, after I drank that drink, the alcoholic taste burnt my throat like a bitter wind, but to make my elder sister happy, I finished it up.

Later, I passed out, and when I awoke, I saw myself in a car—inside Isabella's red car. I was tied by my wrists and ankles, and only God knows where she was taking me.

Isabella had driven past the city where my family lives. Mom and Dad were going to be worried about me, their hearts aching like open wounds.

"Please, Isabella, do not do this. Please…" I cried in the back seat of her car, and she didn't reply to me, the silence screaming louder than my pleas.

Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart palpitations calmed, though it still thumped like a trapped bird.

"Isabella," I tried calling my sister's name as she sat in the driver's seat, dressed impeccably in a lovely red dress that hugged her like a second skin.

"Hello, Morgan. I have a special present for you," Isabella spoke in her soft tone, and my heart beat increased, pounding like drums of doom.

Who is Morgan? Who is my sister calling?

"I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say?" the person on the call asked my sister.

Isabella looked back at me lying on the chair in the rear, and she grinned, her smile sharp as a knife's edge.

"You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the action is tonight, and I do not 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 it replied, "I will be there. Hold up."

The call ended, and Isabella still did not 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, the sound echoing like mockery from the shadows.

"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 me being 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 bitches like you are born to become—a whòre!"

I looked at my elder sister in stunned silence, her words hanging in the air like poison mist.

"Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn't pass the admission results 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 do not want to become a prostitute. Please…" I cried, but Isabella didn't bother to look at me.

She fished out her lipstick and painted her lips bloody red, the color blooming like fresh blood on her mouth.

"You do not have to make up to look good. You have everything—big brẹasts, a sexy shape, and a pretty face. I cannot allow you to continue to outshine me. So just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 p.m. 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, her cackle slicing through the tension like shattered ice, 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 who came forward to Isabella's car to fish me out, their shadows looming like hungry ghosts.

"Welcome, Morgan. Here is my younger sister, but 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!" I screamed, but it all fell on deaf ears, the night swallowing my cries.

As I struggled inside the back seat of Isabella's car, just as the man reached for the door and unlocked it, I was injected with a substance that made me pass out, darkness claiming me like an uninvited thief.

When I awoke, I heard the loud sound of people cheering, their voices roaring like a wild beast, and then the white light that flashed on me.

I was seated in front of a crowd.

My hands were tied, my lips cellotaped. My legs were tied, and I was set up like goods ready to be sold, the ropes biting into my skin like vengeful serpents.

"Attention bidders! Welcome to tonight's auction at the Dark Realm Auction House! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin, and her price starts from 1 million dollars!" the host shouted, and I was stunned, the words crashing over me like icy waves.

I tried to struggle to break free. I could not see the crowd as darkness covered them all, but the stage was lit with bright lights that burned like accusing eyes.

How could Isabella do this to me?

"5 million dollars!" someone bid.

"10 million dollars!" three other people bid.

"20 million dollars!" someone else bid, and the hall fell into a tense silence, the air as thick as held breath.

"20 million dollars going?" the host asked.

"50 million dollars!" someone else bid, raising his paddle, and the hall fell into dead silence, the quiet pressing down like a suffocating blanket.

How could anyone bid 50 million dollars for me? I was shivering on the stage, fear trembling through me like leaves in a storm.

"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 I fainted at the realization that I was sold off to someone against my will.

I swore to get my revenge on Isabella if I ever got out of this place.