Sold Bride Of The Mafia Lord

Chapter 1

ANGELA'S POV:

It was a Saturday night, and Isabella had invited me to her boyfriend's birthday party at the club. However, Richard kept looking at me instead of my elder sister.

Isabella was 21, a party girl, and we were alike in looks and stature, but she was my older sister.

I saw the angry looks on Isabella's face, and I was not happy about it. She loved Richard Henshaw, who was from a powerful mafia family. But she failed to understand that I could not betray her.

Isabella and I were both from the same parents, but she was my older sister. I never thought that she would read meaning into Richard's looks.

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

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

I would not have attended his birthday party if not for my sister's insistence. She brought me to the club and took 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 would not have thought that she would want to sell me off or get so annoyed as to think that 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 was an 18-year-old girl, and I had big dreams of becoming a surgeon. My dreams and focus were on reading my books; now my sister had interfered.

After I drank the wine Isabella gave me—even when my intuition told me not to—I trusted my sister. I loved her. We discussed and chatted as she updated me on her college life.

Isabella was a sophomore in college, while I was a freshman.

When I drank that drink, the alcoholic taste burned my throat, but to make my elder sister happy, I finished it.

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

Isabella had driven past the city where our parents lived. They were going to be worried about me.

“Please, Isabella, don't do this. Please…” I cried in the back seat of her car, and she did not reply to me. Soon, her car tires screeched to a halt, and my heart rate 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. She glanced back at me lying on the rear seat, and she grinned.

“You will see for yourself. Hurry up. I heard the Dark Realm Auction is tonight, and I do not want to miss out on selling her off before my parents find out,” Isabella said, clicking on 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 did not 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 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 my being the older sister. 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 women like you are born to become—a whòre!”

I looked at my sister's face in stunned silence.

“Isabella, what are you talking about? You did not pass the admission test for 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 do not want to become a prostitute. Please…” I cried, but Isabella did not bother to look at me. She brought out her lipstick and painted her lips bloody red.

“You do not have to make up to look good. You have everything: big bréasts, a sèxy shape, and a pretty oval 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 who purchases you. 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 Isabella's car to pull me out.

“Welcome, Morgan. This is my younger sister. But, she is causing so much inconvenience for me,” Isabella said as she got out of the car.

The man named Morgan ordered his 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, a tall man reached for the doorknob and unlocked it, I was injected with a substance that made me pass out.

When I awoke, I heard the loud sound of people cheering and then the white light that flashed on me. I was sitting in front of a crowd.

My hands were tied, my lips taped. My legs tied, and I was set up like a good ready to be sold.

“Attention, everyone! This young woman is up for grabs tonight. A virgin with lovely fair skin. Her price starts from 1 million dollars!” the host announced, and I was stunned.

I struggled to break free. I could not see the crowd as darkness bathed them all. But the stage was lit with bright lights. How could Isabella do this to me?

“5 million dollars!” a man bid.

“10 million dollars!” three other men bid.

“20 million dollars!” another man bid, his voice colder and booming in the large hall, and it fell into a tense silence.

“20 million dollars going?” the host asked.

“50 million dollars!” another man bid, raising his paddle in the air, and the hall dropped into dead silence.

How could anyone bid 50 million dollars for me? I was shivering on the stage. My heart was thudding louder in my chest.

“50 million going? 50 million, anyone else?” the host inquired, but no one was ready to raise the bar higher.

“Sold!” the host announced, and I fainted at the realization that I was sold off to someone against my will.

I swore to get my revenge on Isabella when I got out of this place.