Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 11

Angela:

A ray of sunlight shone on my face as I lay on the bed.

As my eyes fluttered open, I was shocked to see Richard seated on the couch in my room. He wore a black top, black jeans, and boots as he crossed his legs. His black eyes watched me intensely.

"Morning, princess," Richard said with a smirk, and I hastily sat up in bed.

"How did you get in here?" I asked him, shocked as I recoiled in bed.

Richard rose to his feet. His tall frame exuded an air of superiority. He stole a glance at his left wristwatch, lips parted as he said, "7 a.m. Get up and have your bath quickly. We are heading to the harem."

"The harem? What is that?" I asked nervously, slipping out of the vast bed.

I had fallen asleep the previous night, and I was so tired.

It was Sunday, and I wondered where the harem was. Was it a church?

As I turned to face Richard, his eyes locked on mine.

"What is a harem? Is it a church?" I asked, looking at Richard's face. He towered above me.

"Haha," Richard laughed, drawing nearer to me as I stepped backward.

"How can a harem be a church? Did you truly go to school, or are you just a dumbass?" Richard commented, and my lips pouted.

A knock on the door interrupted us, and Richard stepped back.

"Good morning, sir," a young woman said as she came in and greeted Richard. Her eyes glanced at me contemptuously.

She wore a crisp white top and short black skirt, and I assumed she was a maid since she resembled Madonna Kai.

"Morning, Susan. Did you get the dress that I ordered you to bring?" Richard asked, his voice cold, and Susan hastily replied, "Yes, sir. I contacted the store, and they offered me this set of dresses."

She stepped forward, plastic bag in her hands, and dropped it on the bed.

"That is fine. Leave," Richard said, and Susan glared at me before she slipped out of the room.

*Why was she looking at me like that?* I pondered and waited for Richard to leave the room.

"Go on and have your bath. I will wait for you in the living room so we can have our breakfast. You have less than thirty minutes to wrap up your bath and join me. Or do you want me to bathe you?" Richard inquired, his eyes watching me intensely.

"No. I will be fast. But when can I go home? I need to get some of my things if you do not want to release me," I said, my voice trembling as I peered at Richard's face.

Richard strode to the door. I wondered, *how did he get inside here? Since when had he come in here to watch me sleeping? Did I drool last night?*

I felt irritated seeing Richard in this room, as the house was his own. But that did not mean he could not give me privacy.

Richard stood by the door and peered back at me. "After your training at the harem, then you can resume your schooling."

"But…" I tried to speak, but Richard cut me off. His voice firm, he said, "You have not signed the agreement form yet. The earlier you sign it, the better for you."

The door shut in my face as Richard left the room, his scent fading away.

Sighing, my fists clenched as I gritted my teeth.

Forcing my legs to move, I rushed to the bed and picked up the plastic bag that Susan had brought into the room. As I pulled the bag open, I was stunned to see a red dress, along with a red bra and lacy panties.

"How are they certain this will fit me?" I murmured as I threw the package on the bed.

Moving over to the nightstand, I reached for the document that Richard had given me to sign the previous night.

*Was this why Richard had come here so early to watch me sleeping? What had he come here to do? Had he taken advantage of me? Had he tried to touch me or kiss me in my dreams?*

My heart raced as I thought of all the possibilities of what Richard had come in here to do. He had given me an ultimatum to bathe and dress up in less than thirty minutes.

*What would happen to me if I disobeyed Richard?* I quickly sat on the couch that Richard had occupied. My eyes fixed on the document as I read the five rules that I must adhere to as his property.

RULES AND REGULATIONS.

Reading the document, I had to fill in my name and sign it with the pen.

The five rules read:

1. Party B (me) agrees to stick to Party A's rules and not complain.

2. Party B must not go anywhere without Party A's knowledge.

3. Party B must avoid entering into any romantic relationship except with Party A. Any old romantic relationship after signing this agreement form must be abolished.

4. Party B must ensure to cooperate with Party A, attend social gatherings together, and dress in a way to please Party A.

5. If Party B fails to keep up with the clauses in this agreement, Party A has the right to punish Party B in any way that he pleases, including s****l punishment.

My eyes narrowed as I read the five rules and regulations again.

I could not believe that Richard was buying my rights to live and that I must live my life to suit him.

*What happened to Richard's affair with Isabella?*

Seeing that I had wasted ten minutes of my time reading this form without making a decision, I hesitated to sign it, knowing that once I signed it, I had signed my rights away.

*Should I be patient? Should I wait for my parents to arrive? Would they be able to free me from Richard's clutches?*

Richard had said that he had bought me and no one had the right to take me away from him, that I belonged to him now.

Sighing, I put the document down and rose from the couch as I went into the bathroom to bathe.

Seeing that I had a new toothbrush, soap, and toothpaste, I hurried with my bath and got out a few minutes later.

I wrapped a white towel around my chest, but I was shocked to see Richard in the room.

"What are you doing here?" My voice trembled as I asked Richard, firmly clutching the towel around my chest.

Richard's gaze swept over me. His eyes watched my face intensely.

"What took you so long to have your bath? It has been thirty minutes. Do you intend to test my patience?" Richard inquired, his cold voice chilling me on the spot and making me tremble.

"No, I…" I tried to find words to explain, knowing he was a mafia boss. I could not afford to provoke him.

"I am sorry. I will dress up quickly," I stammered, and Richard's eyes locked with mine.

Afterwards, Richard did not utter a word. He pulled the door open and left the room.