Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

~ANGELA~ "Stop the car!" I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga, drove down the wrong path. "Oh, Angela! Do you think I'll let Richard date you instead of me? You're leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off," Isabella yelled furiously. "Isabella, you're mistaken. Richard and I aren't dating. He was only asking me about you. Please, don't do this," I cried, tied in the back seat of her car. How did I end up here? Isabella invited me to her wealthy boyfriend, Richard Henshaw's, birthday party at the club. However, Richard kept looking at me instead of Isabella. Isabella was 21, a partygoer, and we looked alike, but she was my elder sister. I saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, and I wasn't happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a wealthy mafia family. But she failed to understand that I wouldn't betray her. Even when Richard skipped Isabella and came to meet me for a toast, I knew she would react. I declined Richard's offer for a drink. He was 24 and feared by many. I wouldn't have attended his birthday party if not for Isabella's insistence. She brought me to the club and to Richard's party. I was a decent girl, and my parents rarely allowed me out of the house except to go to school. Isabella and I were close, but I never imagined she would read so much into Richard's attention. 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 with big dreams of becoming a surgeon. My focus was on my studies. Now, my elder sister had interfered. Despite my intuition telling me not to, I trusted my sister and drank the drink. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her campus life. She was already in second year, and I was a freshman. However, after I drank that drink, the alcoholic taste hit my nostrils, but I finished it to make my elder sister happy. Later, I passed out. When I awoke, I found myself in Isabella's car, tied by my wrists and ankles. Only God knew where she was taking me. She had driven past the city where my parents lived. Mom and Dad would be worried about me. "Please, Isabella, don't do this. Please…" I cried from the back seat, but she didn't respond. Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart palpitations calmed. "Isabella," I tried calling her, but 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 raced. Who is Morgan? Who is my sister calling? "I'll be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say," the person on the call asked. Isabella looked back at me lying on the chair in the rear and grinned. "You'll see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the auction is tonight, and I don't want to miss selling her before my parents find out," Isabella said, clicking on her steering wheel. 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 on the call replied, "I'll be there. Hold up." The call ended, and Isabella still didn't look at me. "Why are you doing this? You took me to Richard's birthday party. Why do you want to sell me? What crime did I commit?" I asked, and she scoffed. "You've 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. You steal everything from me, despite being the younger sister. The men admire you. So, why shouldn't I sell you off? You're 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 Isabella's face in stunned silence. "Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn't pass the admission test for 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 Isabella didn't bother to look at me. She fished out her lipstick and painted her lips a bloody red. "You don't need makeup to look good. You have everything: big bréasts, a sexy shape, and a pretty face. I can't allow you to continue to outshine me. So just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 p.m. Let's see who buys you. Just pray it's not an old man. Hahaha!" Isabella laughed, and I knew begging her was futile. The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught my attention. Three men came forward to Isabella's car to take me out. "Welcome, Morgan. Here is my younger sister, but she's causing so much inconvenience for me," Isabella said as she got out of the car. The man named Morgan ordered the others. "Inject her to calm her down." "No, don't do this!" "Someone help!" I screamed, but it fell on deaf ears. As I struggled in the back seat, 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 saw the bright lights flashing on me. I was sitting in front of a crowd, my hands and legs tied, my lips taped. I was set up like goods ready to be sold. "Attention everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin with fair porcelain skin. Her price starts at 1 million dollars!" the host shouted, and I was stunned. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't break free. The crowd was shrouded in darkness, but the stage was bathed in bright lights. How could Isabella do this to me? "5 million dollars!" someone bid. "10 million dollars!" three others bid. "20 million dollars!" An older man bid, and the hall fell into a tense silence. "20 million dollars going?" the host asked. "50 million dollars!" A deep magnetic voice bid, raising his paddle, and the hall fell into dead silence. How could anyone bid 50 million dollars for me? I was shivering on the stage. "50 million going? 50 million—anyone else?" the host asked, but no one was ready to raise the bid 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.