Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 1

To the world, I’m Sophia Romano—the family’s wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint.

But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: “Principessa.”

He just doesn’t know that in two weeks, I’m marrying someone else.

The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

From my side of the bed, I watch his long fingers deftly buttoning his shirt.

“Not staying tonight?” I ask.

“Family meeting,” he says without turning. “Be good.”

That again.

I sit up, letting the sheet pool around my waist. Vincent’s hands pause for a moment before he moves to knot his tie.

“Vincent.”

“Hmm?”

The screen lights up with a new message.

From: Isabella

Vincent, thanks for coming with me to the hospital today. The doctor said my recovery is going well, and it’s all because of you. I’d love to see a movie with you tomorrow, just like old times.

It’s followed by a kissing emoji.

I stare at the message, my fingertips trembling.