CHAPTER 4
1337 Words
— Angela Moraga
The driver led me into the exquisite living room, and I stopped and asked him, "Hello, excuse me. Who owns this house?"
"Master Richard," he replied tensely.
As I looked into the living room where Richard strode toward the stairs, I saw him looking at the driver with bloodshot eyes.
"Get out, Derek!" Richard barked, and the driver quickly ran out.
I gritted my teeth, wondering how I ended up with my elder sister's boyfriend.
"Mr. Richard, please, let me go home," I told him, trying to negotiate.
I knew that it was futile negotiating with this man, and I blamed myself for accompanying Isabella to his birthday party.
"Don't call me that," Richard grunted as he glared at me.
"Huh, what do I call you then? My sister's boyfriend?" I asked him, and his eyes narrowed.
Richard came downstairs and strode to meet me.
The next moment, he was standing in front of me, his firm hands clasping around my neck.
"You are so stubborn, unlike the calm woman I saw at my birthday. What happened to you? Do you want to be punished?" he asked, his voice hot and rough as he caressed my face. He stood taller than me, and I gulped hard.
His masculine scent invaded my nostrils and disrupted my thoughts, preventing me from giving him a direct answer.
"No. I don't want to have anything to do with you. Please, let me go home," I begged him.
"Hmm," he breathed out, his breath hot.
"What will you do to make me let go of you? Do you think it's a lie that you belong to me? Take a look at the receipt." He fished out a receipt and showed it to me.
"WOMAN'S NAME: ANGELA MORAGA. SOLD: 50 MILLION DOLLARS" was boldly written on the receipt signed by the dark realm auction house, along with Richard's name.
"But I never agreed to be sold," I told him, tears welling up in my blue eyes.
"Please, I have a dream to become a doctor. Please, I don't want to become your s*x slave. Please…" I cried, collapsing at his feet as I held his legs to beg him.
"Please, let me go. I will do anything you want me to do. Please, just let me go home. I do not want any of this," I begged him, but he squatted and reached for my hands.
His hands held mine, and he pulled me back up to my feet.
"You are not so dumb, are you? You are not going back home. You belong to me, and I want you," Richard said, his eyes glowing with desire and interest.
"But I don't want you. You cannot rápe me. You will go to jail if you force yourself on me!" I warned him, challenging him with a deadly stare, and he laughed, looking breathtakingly handsome.
"Who said that I will force myself on you? I do not force myself on women. They offer themselves to me, and I take pleasure in taunting them. You never asked your elder sister about me. She will tell you that I have never touched her pûssy or know what the color of her lingerie is," Richard said as he moved away from me and strode to his bar.
His phone rang, and he fished it out and glanced at the caller.
"Hello, Derek. What is it?" Richard asked, his cold voice making my heart skip a beat.
If he doesn’t want s*x, then why did he purchase me?
"Let her in," he ordered coldly, and I looked backward at the living room door as it burst open.
A young woman wearing a black coat, black leather trousers, and boots came inside the room.
She was carrying a black school bag strapped around her shoulders.
"Good evening, Mr. Richard," she greeted Richard with a bow of her head.
"Welcome. Wait a minute in the dressing room. I will send her to you now," Richard dismissed the woman as Derek came in next.
"Where's the dressing room?" the young woman asked, while Derek immediately chimed in.
"Follow me." Derek led the young woman away, and I saw her eyes glowing with interest as she looked at him.
"Alright," she glanced away, smiling as she followed Derek.
"Please, Master, let me go," I said, recalling that Richard warned me not to call him by his name. He didn’t tell me what to call him either.
Richard remained silent as he picked up a bottle of wine from his bar.
"Care to have a drink? It's non-alcoholic," he asked with a smile, but I shook my head and replied, "No. I want to go home."
Richard smiled, took a sip, and looked at me.
"You are not going home. I will inform your parents about it, and as for your schooling, you will resume going to school at Top Hills University since you want to further your education. But I just warn you, Princess, you are not allowed to have a boyfriend or to get close to any man. If you dare to break the rule, you will be severely punished," Richard commented as he drank from his cup.
"Really? Thank you," I said, relieved as I smiled.
"That's not all. Don't get too excited. The tattoo artist is here. Once she has branded you with my name, as I want it at the top of your chest and close to your heart so that you will always remember who you belong to—then you will sign the contract to abide by my rules. Get it?" Richard said, and I frowned as I don’t want his brand.
Richard finished his drink and marched up to meet me, where I stood hesitating to agree to his request. His hand grasped my hair, and he tilted my face to look at him.
"Did you hear all that I said?" Richard demanded, looking at my face angrily.
I pressed my pink lips, not wanting to reply. His gaze shifted from my eyes down to my pink lips.
His thumb caressed them, touching my lips with his thumb that was covered in black gloves.
I smacked his right hand away from touching my lips, but he held me firmly and lifted me off the ground, carrying me in his firm arms.
"Put me down!" I screamed, but it fell on deaf ears as he marched away. He arrived at a room door, and a maid I hadn’t seen earlier unlocked the door for him.
Agnes, the young woman from earlier, sat in a chair, and she rose to look at us as Richard strode in. There was a full-length mirror in the room and two chairs like in a salon.
"Agnes, brand her chest with my full name. I want any man who looks at her to know that she belongs to me," Richard said as he put me in the chair.
"No! I don't want your brand. Please…" I tried to beg him, but Richard fished out his short gun and pointed it at my head.
"Sit properly and let her do the job. Then we get onto the next step," he ordered coldly, and I knew that he was crazy.
I hadn't expected that he had a gun.
Seeing the cold metal pointed at my head, I dared not push his buttons, and I gulped hard.
"Stay still, pretty. I will tattoo Mr. Richard's name properly on your chest," Agnes said, her lips curled up in a smile, but I glared at her.
I could not speak, seeing Richard standing there and looking at us.
Richard withdrew his gun once he saw me seated calmly and said, "Agnes, once you are through, you should let me know. Ensure you tattoo the name boldly. I want it written in bold, italic font. And make it lovely and dark, like me." Richard smiled and left the room, and I frowned.
"Alright, Mr. Richard," Agnes said, but Richard had already exited the room.
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