Chapter 15
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Isabella:
I knew that I had not gained the title of Mrs. Henshaw, so the bodyguards did not know me as Richard's girlfriend.
Richard hardly brought me to his house. He called it his sanctuary, and he said only his property and his wife were allowed to live in his house with him. He did not accept my proposal to come and live with him.
But then, Richard agreed to take me to events, clubs, and any mafia events hosted to celebrate their wins.
My father cleared his throat and said, "We are here to see Richard Henshaw."
"Mmm," the bodyguard's eyes narrowed at us.
"Name?" he asked, as he placed a call. They were dressed in black ensembles.
"Mr. Moraga," Dad said, and the bodyguard nodded. "Excuse me, just a minute."
"Hello, boss," the bodyguard said through the phone call.
"What is it?" Richard asked sharply.
"Boss, a group from a family is here to see you. Name Mr. Moraga," the bodyguard replied. There was silence over the call, until Richard's hard voice came through.
"Let them in."
"Alright, boss," the bodyguard breathed out with relief, walked up to the gate, and informed another man in black to pull it open.
Once the gate slid open, the driver ignited our car and drove into the vast residence.
Once the car parked, as they did not allow my father's bodyguards inside since the bodyguards came in a separate car.
"Get out, you Jezebel!" Mom yelled at me, and I frowned as she got out of the car through the other door.
I got out and peered at the front of the house. I winced in pain, feeling my body aching from the handcuffs.
"Come on, faster," Mom walked up to meet me and dragged me forward. She pushed me into the living room of Richard's exquisite mansion.
I had not been here, even as I knew the address. I felt jealous knowing that Angela was in this house, but we did not see her step out.
I was sure that Angela had heard our voices, but she had not stepped out yet.
Richard was not alone in the living room. His father was present, making me tense, now realizing why there were many men in black around.
"Mr. Henshaw, good morning," Dad and Mom quickly greeted Richard's father. They bowed at him like he was a king.
Mr. Henshaw wore a black coat and trousers. He exuded an air of dominance, power, and authority.
He was a carbon copy of Richard Henshaw. The same dark face, pointed nose, full lips, only that Mr. Henshaw Sr.'s lips were darker than Richard's.
"To what do we owe this gathering?" Mr. Henshaw asked, his voice commanding and making me tremble.
My father was also afraid of him. Standing before the mafia boss of Top Hills, the man was a crime lord and had been involved in a lot of embezzlement, stolen funds, and some other unthinkable deals. He later legalized his business, getting the government's support in this city. His wealth was unthinkable, immeasurable. Yet, he sat there, dressed casually like he was a poor man. But when he spoke, his voice was confrontational and assertive.
"Mr. Henshaw, we are here because of one of my daughters who was unwillingly sold against her will last night," Dad said, his voice quavering, and Mr. Henshaw scowled, while Richard sat on the couch quietly.
"I do not understand, Mr. Moraga. What has that got to do with me or my son?" Mr. Henshaw asked, his voice calm, but laced with threat.
My father spluttered uneasily and said, "Mr. Henshaw, this is not about you but your son. He made a wrong purchase last night. I know the Dark Realm Auction does not make a refund, and that is why I brought my other daughter here for your son. Kindly return Angela to us, and take Isabella in her place."
Mr. Henshaw's scowl deepened as he smoked dignifiedly on the couch.
"Haha!" Mr. Henshaw laughed first, his cold face broke into a smile as he tried to catch his breath. However, my parents were not smiling, as they were determined to have Angela back.
Richard sat lazily on the couch, like he was not present at all.
"Mr. Moraga, you already said it yourself. The Dark Realm does not make a refund. So why do you bring your other daughter here? Are you interested in selling the two of them to us?" Mr. Henshaw asked, his voice gentle, as his lips curled up into a smirk.
"No," my father spluttered again and said, "Angela cannot be your son's property. Let him return Angela to us. We are willing to offer another fifty million dollars and compensation for the money spent. Just release Angela to us."
"Silence!" Mr. Henshaw snapped. His thunderous voice cut through the air, while Richard reached for a bottle of water. Once he opened it, he drank some sips, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the water in his mouth.
Watching Richard drink the water made me aroused. I wanted him, and I truly regretted my decision.
"There will be no refund. After all, Richard has already slept with your other daughter last night, and also, she signed an agreement to be his property. So what else do you want?" Mr. Henshaw peered at us coldly.
Dad stammered and said, "No… I know Angela would never do that."
The sound of a gun shot in the air silenced us.
"Get out of my son's house. I once thought your family was good and wanted to propose for Richard to marry Isabella. If she had the heart to sell her own sister, what more would she have the heart to do to my son? Get out, all of you, before I blow off your damn skulls."
My parents ran out of the living room for fear of their lives while I stood there alone.
Mr. Henshaw still held the gun pointed at me. "And you, what are you still waiting for? Do you have a death wish?"
"No, sir… I want to speak with Richard and apologize to him."
"Get out, now before I count to three!" Mr. Henshaw yelled, eyes cold, and I knew that I had overstayed my welcome.
"One!" As soon as Mr. Henshaw began to count, I sprinted away.
My parents had gotten into their black car, but they did not leave me behind.
"Hurry up, Isabella. You will be punished for what you did to Angela. Got it," Mom said, as my father already got in quietly. He sat at the second front seat, lost in his thoughts.
"Are you happy now?" Mom asked, once I was seated in the rear of the car next to her.
"Are you happy that you sold your sister off? You messed with the Henshaw family. Now they do not trust us. What if they withdraw us from their partnership? Do you forget that no business goes smoothly in this city without the Henshaw family's support and knowledge? Pray that nothing happens to your sister. Otherwise, you will not get away with it," Mom threatened, her eyes shooting daggers at me.
Once the car roared to life, the driver drove out of Richard Henshaw's mansion.
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