Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 17

He stood by the bed, waiting for an answer. But I just stared at the blank ceiling in silence.

Vincent’s phone rang, breaking the tense quiet.

“Vincent, my hand hurts so much…” Isabella’s fragile, weeping voice came through the phone, audible even from where I lay.

Vincent’s expression softened instantly.

“I’ll be right there.” He hung up, then looked back at me. “Think about what you did.”

Then he left, just like he always did, abandoning me for Isabella.

The room was quiet again. I was alone.

About an hour later, the door creaked open.

Isabella walked in, her right hand wrapped in a thick bandage, but she looked triumphant.

“In high school, Vincent and I were boyfriend and girlfriend,” Isabella began, her voice nostalgic. “We were so in love. He was so good to me, remembered everything I liked. He even said he would marry me after graduation. But then, something terrible happened…”

She paused, watching for my reaction.

“One night, Vincent was ambushed by a rival family. I took a bullet for him to save his life.” Isabella gestured to her left shoulder. “It went right through. It nearly killed me.”

“After that, Vincent was consumed with guilt. He said he would protect me and make it up to me for the rest of his life.”