Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 16

Richard:

Earlier, after Derek had driven the car and taken Angela away from my home to the harem.

I knew the harem was owned by my father. Something many men in this city were unaware of. We had many properties and businesses under the Henshaw Group, registered as Dark Realm businesses.

Then I placed a call to the overseer of the women at the harem, Rosa Benson.

"Hello, Mr. Henshaw," Rosa greeted me, her voice gentle even when she had not seen me visit the harem in person. She had my number stored as her boss, as I could order some women during any clubbing event, like my 24th birthday party that had just gone by.

"I sent Derek to bring over my property for you to train her. Ensure that she gets treated well, and mind you, do not dare to give her out to any men. Is that understood?" I demanded, my voice stern.

"Of course, boss. You have nothing to worry about. I will train her well," Rosa replied calmly, and that made me relieved.

"Alright. I will be expecting good results, and I hope that she improves by then," I said, before I disconnected the call.

The sound of several cars arriving at my manor cut through the air, horns blaring in my compound.

I strode over to the open window to peer out. There I saw my father's car had arrived. I assumed he was sending just his assistant, Aaron Diego. However, my father came along, and I frowned as he did not inform me he was coming over too.

Sighing, I moved away from the window, shut the curtains, and went downstairs to the living room to welcome him.

A few minutes later, the sound of footsteps walking into the living room broke the thick silence in my abode.

"Richard," my father called me calmly.

"Dad, good morning. I was not expecting your visit," I muttered, rising to my feet to welcome him.

Dad smiled, a pleasant look on his face.

"I had something more important to discuss with you, and that is why I am here. Where is the property you acquired last night?" Dad demanded, his eyes searching my living room for the presence of Angela.

I knew that my dad had a kink for young women, and his eyes glowed with desire, hoping to see Angela walk out, so that he could pick on her.

Due to Dad's insatiable desire for women, he opened the harem and groomed the young women that he used for his promiscuous ways, most especially the young maidens among them. He once said it himself that he loved younger women and they had tighter pûssy to accommodate his huge c**k. But all that was not my interest.

Though a mafia, I had my own fantasy and not having several body counts.

"Where is she, Richard? Did you send her away?" Dad asked, when he did not see Angela walking out.

"I already ordered Derek to take her to the harem like you wanted. I hope this is not why you are here, Dad. You know the code; you cannot have anything to do with my property," I said, my voice cold. I knew that my dad had dated so many men's wives. Any woman he saw that caught his interest, he made a move on them and claimed them from their husbands and partners.

Dad had broken many relationships and marriages, due to his insatiable libido, and not just that, he had taken down some stubborn men and women who refused to yield to his fantasy.

"Richard, have you lost your mind? How dare you say that to me? I do not care about your property but you. You know that you are my heir, and now, the Red Groups are aiming at us."

I scowled, hearing about my father's rival in the mafia.

Ethan Ronald, the current CEO of Ronald Groups. Just like us, his company ran deep in the mafia, and they were our oppositions, trying to take over Top Hills City. But my family was on the number one spot.

"Mm, Dad, what do you want me to do about the Red Group?" I asked, and Dad demanded, "Get me my favorite drink, before we get on board."

"Alright," I replied, my voice calm as I moved over to the bar in the living room and served my father his favorite, brandy.

Dad clicked his glass with mine, once I settled across from him for him to get on board and go straight to the point, telling me his plans. He was a good strategist.

After taking a sip from his glass, Dad brought his cigarette, lit it, and smoked calmly, his eyes fixed on me.

"Richard, I want you to get married to the Red Group CEO's sister, Anala Ronald."

"What? Dad, can you listen to yourself? How is that possible that you want me to marry your enemy's daughter? That is off the line. I cannot do that," I said, and my father scowled.

"Richard, this is for the best. I heard Kenneth Ronald and his first son, Ethan Ronald, treasure Anala. Once you gain her favor, we can partner with the Ronalds; from there on, we can gain access to their company, steal their core, and become the top leading group without any top competitors," Dad finished speaking, and I laughed out first.

"Dad, this is the best joke I have heard in centuries. You want me to marry your enemy's daughter? Well, I still love my life, and I am not a robot or a god. What if she had her own plans to kill me and take over the Dark Realm too? You are here planning your own strategies. How about Anala? What if she and her family are making their own plans and target? They had an inside mole in our company to keep track of our business operations and give it to them, and you want me to consider marrying a traitor as my wife? No way. I would rather remain single than dine with the devil. The weakest point of a man is not love or marriage but betrayal, and I cannot stand that or give room for such deceit. So no."

My father remained silent and stared at me.

"Richard, why do you sound like you know Anala before? Have you met her?" Dad asked, his eyes watching my face curiously.

I scowled, raking my brains. "I do not think so," I replied calmly.

"Then why do you sound so angry like you have met her personally?" Dad queried, not wanting to back out of his plan.

"Dad, you know of my relationship with Isabella," I said, and Dad scowled.

"I know the Moraga family. They are not so powerful and cannot be the choice for now. You are not marrying for love. Do not forget that there is no love in the mafia, only blood ties and loyalty oaths that count," Dad took a sip of brandy, and I nodded.

"True. Well, guess what?" I asked, and Dad looked at me.

"What is it, Richard?"

"Isabella sold her junior sister last night out of jealousy or whatever reason best known to her. My property from last night turns out to be Isabella's sister," I told Dad, and he frowned.

"I figured you knew that young woman to purchase her at that cost. But under no condition should you fall for her. I understand that you purchased her out of sympathy, but she is only an item to be used and discarded at your free will. If the other mafias find out that you are in love, they will use her to threaten you, so be warned," Dad stated coldly, his expression serious.

"Do not worry, Dad. I do not love her; I only just purchased her to keep her away from the other men," I said, as I took a sip from my glass, and my father peered at my face and frowned.