Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 11

Looking down, I saw my IV line had backed up with blood, a crimson line creeping steadily up the clear tube.

I pressed the call button.

A nurse bustled in and frowned at the IV. “Why is no one watching you? Where’s your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said calmly. “He had to leave for something important.”

“How long ago?” the nurse asked, skillfully changing the needle.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two in the morning. Vincent had left at seven in the evening. Seven hours ago.

“A long time ago.”

The nurse shook her head with a sigh. “That’s how it is with these rich guys. They put on a good show, but they’re never around when it counts.”

After she left, I couldn’t get back to sleep.

When morning came, I decided to go for a walk.

Dragging my IV stand into the hallway, I overheard two nurses talking quietly.

“That girl in the VIP wing is so lucky. Her boyfriend booked the entire floor for her.”

“I heard he even flew in specialists from overseas for 24/7 care.”

“Much better,” Isabella said, opening her mouth for another spoonful. “With you here, I’m not afraid of anything.”

Don Romano was sitting on the sofa, peeling an apple for her. As soon as she finished the porridge, he handed her a small slice.

“Eat slowly. Don’t choke,” the Don’s voice was laced with an affection I hadn’t heard in years.

“Uncle Romano, you’re so good to me,” Isabella smiled sweetly. “Just like a real father.”

“You are my daughter now,” Don Romano said, patting her hand. “This family is your home.”

Vincent smiled gently and reached out to smooth Isabella’s hair. “Is your head still spinning?”