Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 17

Richard:

"Richard, if you are jealous of other men getting closer to that young woman, then you need to get rid of her. It shows that you are developing feelings for her," Dad said, his voice cold.

"No," I snapped, my voice colder.

"I just wanted to help her, and I have no feelings for her," I admitted, and my father looked at my face for a long stretch of silence.

However, the sound of a car arriving in my manor broke the thick silence.

My phone rang, and I reached for it to see that my security, Xander, was the one calling me.

"Boss, there is a group from a family here to see you, Mr. Moraga…"

"Mmm. Let them in," I said, before the call ended.

"Richard, did you sleep with the young lady last night? What is her name?" Dad asked, peering at my face and unconcerned about the arriving guests.

"I did," I lied with a smile. It was best that I made my father know that I had slept with Angela, rather than he come up with his silly strategies again.

"Mmm. Is she really a virgin?" Dad queried, and I took another sip from the glass in my hand.

"Dad, let us not dwell on that. I do not like to discuss my property. She is my first property, and discussion about her is not good, since I do not want to develop any feelings for her," I replied, and Dad scowled before he accepted.

"Fine."

A few minutes later, Isabella, looking battered like a sacrificial lamb, was pushed by her mother into my living room. Her face looked red and swollen like she had been beaten or run over by a bulldozer.

Her eyes met mine before shifting to my father.

She wore a red top and black trousers, and behind her, her parents walked into my living room.

Their mood was tense when they saw my father, and they greeted him immediately.

Isabella's parents requested that I return Angela to them. I grinned, not wanting to get involved, but it was against the Dark Realm policy to make a refund. This way, we made a solid win at court that the individual had willingly agreed and not been coerced.

Dad threatened them with a gun, and they ran out of my house. I held back my laughter, wanting to laugh at the way they had fled at the sight of the gun.

"Dad, you did not mean to shoot them, did you?" I asked, after Isabella left. I had warned her not to show her face before me again, and I knew that she had a death wish for taking my warning for granted and showing up in my house.

"Richard, you know that I would not hesitate to pull the trigger. The gun is loaded with bullets and not a toy gun," Dad replied dismissively, his eyes flickering coldly after Isabella left.

"Well, Dad, I am sure we have reached our conclusions on the matter. I cannot marry Anala Ronald. When you find someone else that piques your interest, you should let me know," I said, my tone calm.

Dad peered at my face as he finished his cigarette and finished his drink. He hardly got drunk.

"That is fine, Richard. You have a point, as dining with our enemies is not good. But sometimes, we can, if the benefits are worth it," Dad said, as he rose to take his leave.

"Dad, no death is better than life. What is the point of gaining everything and end up losing your life? No gain. So it is best I prevent that outcome," I said, and Dad gave a nod.

"Alright, Richard. I will get back to you. And remember, no falling in love. You should not embrace weakness but strength," Dad advised as I walked him outside to his car.

Once Dad got in, I waved goodbye at him and watched his car drive out.

Then I turned and made my way into the mansion. A minute later, Derek arrived and called me, "Boss, I have delivered Angela as you requested."

"Alright," I replied, before going back to my study.

My gaze fixed on my laptop as I settled in my chair and resumed my work.

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Angela:

"This is lovely! Now take a look at yourself in the mirror. Do you see? It pushes up your chest and makes you look alluring. You should settle for something like this always," Rosa complimented the purple dress that I was wearing.

It was similar to the red dress that I had worn earlier, except this was shorter and had my fair, slender legs and thighs on full display.

"I am not comfortable wearing revealing clothes," I said, as Rosa stood next to me in front of the mirror.

"I know. Take a look at me for example. Despite my lifestyle, I am happily married with three grown-up children. My first son will soon graduate from Top Hills University. He is a 25-year-old man, and I am 44," Rosa said, with a smile, and I sighed heavily, feeling a pounding headache on the way.

"So the point is I have to dress this way if I want to keep my man?" I asked Rosa again.

"Yes. You can choose to wear them indoors if you do not want to wear them outside. The lesson is on doing things that make a man happy," Rosa continued, speaking to me gently, but I was fed up.

"Why must I be the only one to do things that please a man? Why not the other way around? Why do women not have a say in this country? Why always the men? Must we please them all the time? They should be taught to do things to please a woman too," I spoke angrily, venting my anger and frustrations.

Rosa looked stunned as she sighed. "It is fine. I see that you are already stressed for today. So let us take a break. We can continue with the lectures when you are ready. But have it in your mind that you need to pass the test. When your master comes to pick you and he is not satisfied, he might extend your stay here. So the duty falls back on you." She peered at me, a look of disappointment on her face.

How do I explain to Rosa that I do not have it in mind to win Richard's heart? The man had mental problems. He was ready to pull the trigger over my head and force me to abide by his rules.

I reasoned why I should do anything that would make Richard happy.

If I irritated him, that way, he would get pissed off and send me away.

What if Richard pulls the trigger over my head for failing to abide by his rules?

Shutting my eyes painfully, I knew that Rosa was right.

Richard had sent me here to fit into his world, his dark lifestyle, and to get prepared to do things that made him happy.

It meant that Richard was not ready to let me go, and I knew that if I did not learn it, then I was digging my grave little by little.

"I am sorry for my outburst, Ma'am. It is only that I am not ready for this type of lifestyle. I was sold against my will. I do not want any of this," I whispered to Rosa, after she had set aside a few dresses and held some for me to keep.

"It is fine. But you have already been bought and branded, and also, Master Richard has slept with you. You should do things to make him happy; that is all that matters now. Come, let me show you to the hostel to rest for today. Tomorrow, we will resume lectures," Rosa spoke softly, as she held me gently and led me away.

When we arrived at the third floor, there were many doors, and she showed me a room to give me privacy.

"How do you like this room?" Rosa asked, once she pulled the door unlocked and revealed the beautiful room that was painted white.

"It is fine," I replied calmly.