Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 20

Isabella:

As the black Land Cruiser arrived at my father's house, the bodyguards pulled the gate open, and the driver drove in.

The car was silent as I held my breath, knowing that my parents were going to take out their anger on me.

Dad was silently seated in the front seat of the car, his expression cold as he maintained a calculated gaze.

Once the car door unlocked, Mom got out of the car, and she appeared worried. Though I assumed she was not worried about me, but about her precious daughter, Angela.

"Honey, you are not going to sell Isabella. I cannot afford to lose my two daughters at the same time," Mom said, her tone laced with sadness, but Dad stood unfazed.

"Why did Isabella sell Angela off? You know the rules of the Dark Realm in this city. The Henshaw family controls all the business, including the Dark Realm Auction house. I am truly at a loss to know why Richard bought your sister. He does not like Angela, and that is why I wanted to swap Bella with her, but it is obvious they have plans on what to do with Angela. Why did you do this, Isabella? No matter what Angela did to you, reporting to us would have sorted it out. Yet, you sold her off to the devil!" Dad yelled, his body trembling at the thought of what would possibly happen to Angela.

"The worst, you do not feel remorse about your actions. So I cannot find any better punishment than for you to get sold too," Dad stated, and my eyes widened at the thought of getting sold to an older man.

What would my friends say? I would definitely lose my self-esteem and become an older man's bed warmer.

"No, Dad. I cannot become an older man's bed warmer. I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt Angela. Please, Dad, Richard will not hurt Angela. I think he is in love with her. I saw Richard gawking at Angela, and that is why he bought her. Please, Dad, you cannot sell me off too," I fell on my knees and pleaded with my father.

However, my father shook his head, his expression cold as he said, "You brought this upon yourself. What makes you think that Richard Henshaw loves your sister? If I am sure about one thing, it is the fact that the mafia boss does not fall in love. They do not do love. Unlike us," Dad said, his eyes hardened.

"Richard purchased your sister to use her as a truce for business negotiation and attending mafia parties with him. As his escort and his property. His property cannot be his wife. She will only be recognized as his bed warmer with no strings attached. No love or child. You ingrate brought this upon your sister. So you must face the same fate. So that you will understand the gravity of what you put Angela into. She has a brighter future than you. But you cut it short with your greed and jealousy." Dad looked at me coldly like I was not his child.

"Please, Honey. You cannot sell Isabella too. We cannot lose our two children. Please," Mom tried to beg Dad, but he swatted her hand away from touching him.

"Do not touch me. Do you know the implications of what Isabella did? Once the other mafia families who wanted their daughters close to Richard find out that he bought Angela and she was sold off by her own sister, do you think we will be able to leave here? Betrayers are unforgivable, so get that right. Jack!" Dad called his assistant, and Jack came forward.

"No, I cannot be sold!" I shrieked and wanted to run off, but I was caught by two burly guards.

"Lock Isabella up!" Dad ordered, his voice thunderous.

"Jack, find out when the next Dark Realm Auction is. I will personally sell Isabella off!"

"No!" Mom fainted; she could not withstand the fact that I would be sold off too.

My right to live would be taken away from me.

"Yes, sir," Jack replied while Dad ordered two more guards to take Mom to the hospital for a checkup.

"Dad, I am sorry, please, do not sell me off," I begged, but it all fell on deaf ears.

As a model in this Top Hills City, I was recognized as one of the most beautiful young women.

I could not believe that my life would be subjected to becoming a slave.

As Jack threw me back into my room and locked the door.

I knew that my father did not go back on his word. So I quickly went to loosen my chained hands and found my phone.

I had seven missed calls from Isla; also, Morgan Kingston had called me twice.

Knowing that Morgan had been trying to ask me out on a date, I decided to call him, as he would be able to help me.

I called Morgan; on the first ring, he did not answer my call.

On the second ring, the call connected, and Morgan's lazy voice came through.

"Hello, Isabella, what is up? I hope that you are not calling me to make a refund about your sister? I told you that there is no refund here," Morgan said, and I scowled.

"Morgan, I am not calling for a refund. I am doomed. My father wants to sell me off too as payback for what I did to Angela. You did not want to tell me, but I found out that Richard was the one who purchased Angela. He refused to release her, and now my father is furious, and he wants to sell me off too. When is the next auction at the Dark Realm Auction house?"

I was perspiring, and Morgan gasped, "What? Your dad wants to sell you off."

"Yes, I am on house arrest. Please, Morgan. I do not want to become a s*x slave. Please…" I cried over the call, and Morgan sighed.

"So what do we do, Isabella? You know that you are as beautiful as your sister. The men will bid higher, and there is nothing that I can do to help you," Morgan said, his tone sad.

"Morgan, do you not like me? Why not buy me and pay my dad off?"

"What?" Morgan gasped, "Where do I get such money from? The starting price is one million dollars. I warned you about selling Angela off, but you never listened to me. Now see…" Morgan scolded me, but I knew that he liked me. And that was why he had helped me.

"Please, Morgan, if you do not help me out, then be ready to watch me commit suicide, as I cannot be an old man's s*x slave."

"So what do we do? Where do I get such money from? I only have three million dollars in my account, and with your beauty, they will start bidding from twenty million dollars. How am I supposed to outbid that?" Morgan demanded, and I asked, "Cannot you ask your dad? He works for Henshaw Groups as the company's manager. Please…"