Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 8

Richard:

It was past midnight, and someone dared to call me at this hour.

When I picked up the phone, my father's name flashed on the screen.

"Dad," I said.

"Richard, how was your gift? I am still bothered because you did not take her to the harem for proper training. You should know that the majority of those young women sold are either cruel or up to no good for allowing themselves to be used. So proper training is required to teach them how to please a man," Dad said, his voice firm.

"Dad, I do not have any interest in training her," I replied, reclining in my office seat as I ran a hand through my short black hair.

"Richard!" Dad snapped, his voice loud and clear.

"I am sending Aaron tomorrow morning to take her for the training. It is important and for your safety too," Dad replied, his voice colder and not giving me a chance to decline.

"Fine, do as you please…" I grumbled, and he agreed.

"Alright, Richard. It is only a lecture and not like she is going to be used. It will help her to understand the master-to-servant relationship. Besides, she is your first purchase since your last visit to the Dark Realm Auction, and it made me wonder why you had purchased her?" Dad commented, his voice thoughtful.

"Dad, there is nothing to be worried about. First of all, she is the daughter of Felix Moraga. One of the mafia members in this city," I replied, the line going silent.

"Mm. It is late now, Richard. I will call you tomorrow. I have some guests, and I need to sleep. Good night," Dad said before disconnecting the call, and I knew the guests he was talking about were the young women he hosted at night.

Dad owned a harem where women were sold and used for prostitution. But I never wanted any of that, and I did not want to turn Angela into a prostitute. Though branding her meant that she was my personal whòre, and no one dared to touch her. She was mine and mine alone.

Sighing with relief after seeing that I had successfully hacked into the bank account to track some funds and withdraw them, I shut down my laptop and went back to my bedroom to succumb to sleep.

*****

Isabella:

I got home, and the housemaid, Hannah Morris, welcomed me. "Welcome, Isabella."

"Thank you, Hannah," I replied coolly, and she was dressed in a brown dress and black slippers.

Hannah was a middle-aged woman, and she asked me, "What about Angela? Did she not return with you?"

I looked at Hannah's face, knowing that I was the one who had taken Angela away from home.

"No, Angela went to one of my relatives' places. So she is not coming home," I lied, my tone firm, and Hannah lowered her head.

It was past 11 p.m. when I got home, and I was relieved that I had gotten rid of Angela.

Though Angela was my only sister, I could not stand her presence in this house. She would be better off sold and pleasing one of the mafia lords.

Striding toward the stairs in this vast living room, as I was aware that my parents had traveled for a business trip to Los Angeles, I called Richard to let him know that I had gotten home safely.

Richard spoke about spoiling Angela, and my heart skipped a beat, wondering what he meant. But he had made it clear to my face that he did not want me romantically.

I knew about Richard's terms and conditions, but with the way he had constantly glanced at Angela, I could not ignore that look, and my mind was totally made up.

After my call with Richard ended, I shut my door and made a call to Morgan Kingston. He worked in the Dark Realm Auction. And Isla Brown, my best friend, had told me that I could sell Angela off. The Dark Realm Auction was mostly interested in young women aged eighteen to twenty-five years old.

The call rang twice before Morgan's deep voice came through.

"Hello, Morgan," I said, speaking to him softly to find out how far the auctioning had gone.

I could not sit and wait to see who had bought Angela.

I was quite nervous, knowing that I had sold Angela off, but if I had failed to do so now, I did not know when I would have another opportunity to do it.

Morgan Kingston was a young man in his late twenties, tall and dark-skinned, who worked for the Dark Realm Auction.

"Yes, Bella. Are you calling me regarding your sister?" Morgan asked, his voice gentle.

"Yes, Morgan. How about Angela? Did you eventually sell her off? Was she bought, or was no one interested in her? I know that Angela is quite eye-catching," I said, laughing coquettishly.

"You are right. She was bought. Fifty million dollars. I will send you five million dollars as ten percent for bringing her over," Morgan replied, and I gasped.

"What? What did you just say? Did anyone agree to pay such a huge amount for my sister? Fifty million dollars? Who bought her?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Well, I am sorry, Bella. I cannot tell you that information. It is against the rule of the Dark Realm Auction to divulge the customer's information. Also, you know that it is because I like you that I agreed to help you sell off your sister. That is also against the Dark Realm Rules. As we only accept to sell young women who willingly want to be s*x slaves and not the other way around," Morgan explained, and I bit my bottom lip, unable to believe that my sister was sold for fifty million dollars. That was outrageous. Who the fụck bought Angela?

"Is it an old man? Or a young man? Just give me a clue, Morgan?" I begged curiously.

"I am sorry, Bella. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you that. But rest assured that I will forward you the payment for the deal, and next time, do not bring any woman who is unwilling to be sold. If this gets out, the Dark Realm Auction can face a serious lawsuit that would threaten our business. So be warned," Morgan warned, but I was still reeling in shock.

"Wait, Morgan. I know that you like me. Please, can you not give me any clue on who my sister's buyer is?" I asked, wanting to know. I could not believe my ears.

I certainly hoped that Angela was bought by an old man. She could not have charmed one of the young mafia men there? But who had such a huge amount of money to buy her?

"Bella. I cannot. Take care for tonight. I will forward you the payment shortly." Morgan ended the call, and I got a message alert of five million dollars into my account, which made my bank balance rise to seven million dollars.

Biting my bottom lip, I called Isla Brown to inform her that I had sold Angela off.

"Hello, Isla," I said, seeing it was almost midnight.

"Isabella, what is wrong? Why are you calling me now? I just woke up to use the bathroom and heard my phone ringing. Richard Henshaw's birthday party was a blast, and I cannot get enough of myself," Isla said, her voice sounding drunk.

"Snap out of it, Isla. Where are you?" I asked her, as I could not believe my ears.

Isla's father was a mafia boss, but not as powerful as the Henshaws. The Brown family was still among the top elite families in Top Hills.

"Come on, Isabella. I am at home. Where could I be at this hour?" Isla asked, chuckling over the call.

I knew that Isla was in a relationship with Richard's best friend, Dan Simon. But unlike Richard, who was aloof and cold and did not want to accept our relationship, Dan was doting; he cared for Isla and loved her very much.

I wished Richard could love me, but he had made it clear: no love in his dictionary.