Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

CHAPTER 1

— Angela Moraga.

"Stop the car!" I yelled as my elder sister, Isabella Moraga, veered the black car down another road.

"Oh, Angela! Do you think I will allow Richard Henshaw to date you over me? You are leaving this city and never coming back after I sell you off," Isabella yelled.

"Isabella, you are mistaken about everything. Richard and I are not dating. He was only asking me about you. Don't do this, please," I cried, tied in the back seat of her car.

How did I end up here?

Isabella had invited me to the birthday party of her boyfriend, Richard Henshaw. However, Richard kept looking at me instead of my elder sister.

Isabella was 21 and a partygoer. We were alike in looks and stature, but she was my elder sister.

I saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, and I wasn’t happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a powerful mafia family. But she failed to understand that I would never betray her.

Isabella and I were both from the same parents. I never thought she would read meaning into Richard's looks.

Even when Richard skipped Isabella and came to meet me for a toast, I knew she was going to react.

I declined Richard's offer for a drink with me. He was 24 years old and feared by many.

I wouldn't have attended his birthday party if not for my sister's insistence.

Isabella brought me to the club and dragged me to Richard's party.

I was a decent girl, and my parents hardly allowed me out of our house except to go to school. My elder sister and I were close, but I never thought she would want to sell me off or get so annoyed as to think I wanted to snatch Richard Henshaw. How could I do that?

After Isabella offered to take me home, she gave me a drink, and that was the last thing I remembered.

I am an 18-year-old girl with big dreams of becoming a surgeon. My dreams and focus were on reading my books; now my sister had interfered.

I drank the drink Isabella gave me, even though my intuition told me not to. I trusted my sister. I love her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her campus life.

Isabella was a second-year student, while I was a freshman.

However, after I drank that drink, the alcoholic taste hit my nostrils, but I did it to make my sister happy. I finished it.

Later I passed out, and when I awoke, I saw myself in a car—inside Isabella's car. I was tied by my wrists and ankles. Only God knew where she was taking me.

Isabella had driven past the city where our parents live. Mom and Dad were going to be worried about me.

"Please, Isabella, don’t do this. Please…" I cried in the back seat, but she didn’t reply.

Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart’s palpitations calmed.

"Isabella," I tried calling my sister’s name as she sat in the driver’s seat, dressed impeccably in a lovely red dress.

"Hello, Morgan. I have a special present for you," Isabella spoke in her soft tone, and my heartbeat increased.

Who is Morgan? Who is my elder sister calling?

"I will be there. I hope the present is as lovely as you say," the person on the call asked my sister.

Isabella glanced back at me lying on the rear seat, and she grinned.

"You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the auction is tonight, and I don't want to miss out on selling her off before my parents find out," Isabella said, tapping her steering wheel. I yelled, "I am not for sale! Isabella, don't do this! Please, let me go! I am your sister—why?"

The call went silent, and the man on the call replied, "I will be there. Hold up."

The call ended, and Isabella still didn’t look back at me.

"Why are you doing this? You were the one who took me to Richard's birthday party. Why do you want to sell me off? What crime did I commit?" I asked my elder sister, and she scoffed.

"You have always earned Mom and Dad's love more than me. The same with Top Hills University. I wanted to go there, but Mom and Dad declined. But when you mentioned it, they readily agreed to everything. You steal everything from me despite me being the older sister. The men admire you. So, why should I not sell you off? You are going to become a s*x slave to a mafia boss. That's what pretty bìtches like you are born to become: a whòre!"

I looked at Isabella's face in stunned silence.

"Isabella, what are you talking about? You didn’t pass the admission result into Top Hills University, and that’s why you weren’t accepted. This has nothing to do with Mom and Dad. Please, let me go. I don't want to become a prostitute. Please…" I cried, but Isabella didn’t bother to look at me.

She fished out her lipstick and painted her lips bloody red.

"You do not have to try so hard to look good. You have everything—big breasts, a sexy shape, and a pretty face. I cannot allow you to continue to outshine me, so just relax. We have an auction tonight at 8 p.m. Let's see who is going to buy you. Just pray it's not going to be an old man. Hahaha!" Isabella laughed, and I knew that begging her was a waste.

The sound of footsteps approaching the car caught my attention, and I looked at the three men in black who came forward to pull me out of the car.

"Welcome, Morgan. This is my younger sister, but she is causing so much inconvenience for me," Isabella said once she got out of the car.

The man named Morgan ordered the men, "Inject her to calm her down."

"No, don't do this!"

"Someone help!" I screamed, but it all fell on deaf ears.

As I struggled inside the back seat of Isabella's car, one man reached for the door and unlocked it.

He injected me with a substance that made me pass out.

When I awoke, the loud sound of people cheering assaulted my eardrums, and then a white light cascaded on me.

I was sitting in front of a crowd.

My hands were tied, my lips sealed with tape. My legs were bound, and I was set up like goods ready to be sold.

"Attention bidders. Welcome to tonight's auction. We have some lovely ladies for you. First, this young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin with lovely porcelain skin. Her price starts at one million dollars!" the host shouted, and I was stunned.

I tried to break free, but I couldn't. The crowd of mafia men was bathed in darkness, but the stage was lit with bright lights.

How could Isabella do this to me?

"Five million dollars!" someone bid.

"Ten million dollars!" three other men bid.

"Twenty million dollars!" someone else bid, and the hall fell into tense silence.

"Twenty million dollars going once?" the host asked.

"Fifty million dollars!" another person bid, raising his paddle, and the hall fell into dead silence.

How could anyone bid fifty million dollars for me? I was shivering on the stage.

"Fifty million going once? "Fifty million, anyone else?" the host asked, but no one raised the bid higher.

"Sold!" the host announced, and I fainted at the realization that I had been sold off to someone against my will. I swore to get my revenge on Isabella if I ever got out of this place.