Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 20

“Why did you burn the house? Fine, burn it. Does it make you feel better now, Principessa?” Vincent’s voice was laced with a weary exasperation.

I remained silent, stood up, and started to walk away, pulling my suitcase behind me.

Vincent blocked my path. “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“I’ll take you back to the Romano estate,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Marco, get the car ready.”

“No need,” I said, stepping around him.

Vincent’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, and his expression darkened further.

“I have an urgent meeting. Marco will take you home,” he told me, his tone clipped and authoritative. “We’ll talk about this later.”

I ignored him and walked toward a cab waiting at the corner.

“Sophia,” Vincent called out, his voice sharp.

I looked back at him over my shoulder.

“Stay home and wait for me. I have something I need to tell you.” With that, he got in his car and sped off.

I watched his taillights disappear into the night and whispered to the empty air,

“We’ll never see each other again.”

I got into the cab and told the driver to take me to the airport.

On the way, I opened my mobile banking app, calculated the total amount of Vincent’s money I had spent over the last three years, and transferred it all back to him.

Medical bills, living expenses, everything. It came to eight hundred and seventy-three thousand dollars.

He must be heading to Chicago for that urgent meeting.

“Now boarding for Boston,” the announcement came over the speakers.

I stood up and took one last look at his private jet.

Our story is over, Vincent.

On the plane, I chose a window seat.

As we taxied, I saw two planes on the runway, pointed in opposite directions.

One flying to Chicago, one to Boston.

Just like our lives. Heading on different paths, never to cross again.