Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 14

After the auction, Vincent left to get medicine for Isabella, who was suddenly claiming to have a headache.

I sat alone on a plush sofa in the lounge, watching the staff pack up the remaining lots.

Ten minutes later, Isabella came backstage and walked up to me.

I stood up to face her.

“Isabella, I’ll trade you for the necklace. Anything.”

“Like what?” Isabella raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“I have a Ferrari, and some designer watches. The total value isn’t twenty million, but give me some time, and I’ll get you the rest…” I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Just give me back the necklace.”

Isabella shook her head. “I don’t need any of that.”

“Then what do you want?”

Isabella feigned a thoughtful expression, then a cruel smile spread across her face. “I want you to get on your knees and beg me for it.”

“What?”

“Kneel. Apologize for how you’ve treated me. And then beg me to give you the necklace,” Isabella’s eyes glinted with malice. “You were so awful to me before. Now it’s your turn to beg.”

I stared at her, my fists clenched at my sides.

“What did you say?”

“I said, a bitch for a bitch,” Isabella put her phone away, her smile unwavering. “Wasn’t your mother a bitch? She deserved to be hit by that car. Now her necklace is on a dog. It’s fitting, don’t you think?”

“Which hand did you use to put it on the dog?” my voice was a whisper, so quiet I could barely hear it myself.

“My right hand. Why?” Isabella was still smiling, savoring her victory.

The next second, I snatched a steak knife from a nearby catering table and plunged it straight through the back of her right hand, pinning it to the tablecloth beneath.

Blood gushed out. Isabella let out a piercing, agonized scream.