Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 14

Angela:

Rose smiled, her eyes twinkling brightly, but I frowned.

I felt like telling her I did not want any of this, but it was a waste. She would not believe me.

Seeing many young women here as they moved about happily, drinking and smoking, it made me wonder why they chose this type of life. A life where they willingly sold themselves to men for money.

I was not there to judge them. I did not even know why Richard had brought me there.

Unable to satisfy my curiosity, I asked Rose, "Why am I here?"

"To teach you how to dress, do makeup, sit beside your man, and please him intimately to have him wrapped around your fingers," Rose spoke seductively as she led me into a room.

"I do not need any of that," I countered her.

"I know. But it will help you when you learn it. You will need it in the future. At least, to please your husband. Not all the women you see here are for every man. Some are exclusive while others just want to gain the knowledge on how to entertain their men. But so far, the Dark Realm Auction owns this harem, so you see. It is not all outsiders that are open to the experience," Rose explained calmly, and I breathed out heavily.

"Just one week and I am back to school," I muttered, and Rose smiled and said, "Let us do some decent shopping for you. Since you did not come with any bag. You are not the first woman to be brought in here without a bag. But we will start with going on a shopping spree to teach you how to dress in an alluring way."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that I could not protest at this point.

"Alright," I agreed, and Rose led me into the boutique on the second floor and showed me how to choose stylish dresses that matched my body shape.

"If you want to get a man's attention," Rose began, "start with something that reveals your boobs. You either throw him off balance or put him in the mood. All the same, you got his attention." She began laughing as she lectured me about using my boobs to entice a man.

I had not thought a day like this would come, where I would be taught how to win a man's heart. It reminded me of the old movie I had watched in the past, Kamasutra.

Once Rose was done educating me on how to shop, she had selected five dresses for me, and they were all expensive.

"Here, try them on, let us see," Rose said, passing the dresses to me.

Left with no option, I accepted them and went into the fitting room to change out of my red bodycon dress.

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Isabella:

When I woke up, I heard the loud sound of a car arriving at the house.

"Oh no! I had slept so long!" I gasped, moving over to the window to peer out.

I was taken aback to see that my parents had arrived.

"Oh no! I am just waking up at 10 a.m.," I shrieked, knowing that I was dead meat.

There was no escape route for me to flee this house. I hurriedly went to change out of my nightwear, as I did not have the time to bathe again.

Once I stripped off my blue nightwear, I swiftly donned black trousers and a black top. It was Richard Henshaw's favorite color: dressing in black.

"Where is she? Isabella!" My mother's voice reverberated through the house, shaking the magnificent walls.

I heard the loud banging on my room door.

Thankfully, I had secured the door last night.

"Isabella! Open this door right now! How dare you sell your sister off!" Mom yelled, her voice shaking the house again.

I wished I had escaped before they arrived.

"Isabella!" My father's stern voice followed, and I pondered how they had fled so quickly from Los Angeles and returned to Top Hills City.

"I will count to three. Once I count three and you do not open this door, I will order for the door to be removed!" My father yelled, annoyance laced in his tone.

"One!" Dad began to count, and I hastily rushed out of the closet.

"Two!" Dad's voice thundered, and I trembled as I unlocked the door.

Before Dad could count three, I swung the door open, and my parents stood there.

Mom wore a red top, black trousers, a black coat, and shoes, and Dad was dressed impeccably in a black suit and trousers, paired with polished black shoes.

"Isabella! How dare you sell off your younger sister! Are you crazy?" Mom pounced on me, not waiting to hear my answer.

This was the first time that my parents were unleashing their wrath on me. Previously, they had only bullied me with words, but now they landed fists, punches, and kicks on me on the ground.

"Dad, Mom, I am sorry…" I cried as they pinned me on the ground, delivering fists and karate blows that I was sure had made me a mess.

"Jack!" Dad ordered his bodyguard.

"Tie Isabella up. We are taking her to Richard Henshaw's manor," Dad ordered as he moved away from me and exited my room.

"Please, Mom, Dad, I am sorry," I pleaded as Jack approached me. He tied my hands behind my back and dragged me out of my room.

I was manhandled like a criminal, and all this was because of Angela.

"Shut up!" Mom smacked my left cheek again and yelled, "If you do not provide your sister, you will be sold off to an older man too. So you better keep mute and start moving."

Jack carried me on his shoulder. He was tall, masculine, and tough.

Once we got to my father's black car, I was tossed in the back seat, while I did not protest or say anything as my parents hopped into the car.

It was a black Land Cruiser. The bodyguards fell back as the driver started the car.

The ambiance in the car was cold, but my parents' angry presence made the car hot despite the air conditioning.

"Where to, chief?" the driver asked, peering at my father's face, who sat in the front passenger seat.

My parents had just arrived from a business trip and did not have the time to rest, as they had to take me back to bring their beloved daughter.

Their little angel, as they prioritized keeping Angela safe over me.

My sister hardly attended any mafia events, and I was the one they used for visiting tough places and attending mafia events while Angela was kept safe.

"To Richard Henshaw's manor!" My father's stern voice cut through the air, and the driver replied, "Alright, sir."

The driver ignited the car engine and drove out of my parents' mansion, heading toward Richard's house.

I wondered how Richard would react upon seeing me. *Would he be happy to see me or send us away?*

*Would Richard release Angela or exchange me for my younger sister?* I pondered it as the car drove through the way, cutting through scenes of greenery, different landscapes, and buildings, as I knew that Richard lived a little farther away from my parents' mansion, but on a private island.

As the car glided through the road and arrived, the bodyguards at the entrance gate stopped us.

"Yes, how may we help you?" A bodyguard asked, his voice stern and eyes watching us coldly.