Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 42

“In… in the master bedroom…” the maid’s stammering made his heart clench.

Vincent’s face fell. He broke into a run, sprinting toward the villa and kicking the bedroom door open.

Sophia was sitting on the edge of the bed. A startling gash marked her wrist, blood dripping from her fingertips onto the carpet, staining it crimson.

Vincent’s pupils contracted. He rushed forward and seized her wrist. “If you dare to die, I will make the entire Sterling family die with you.”

Sophia looked up, a mocking smile on her pale face. “What will it take for you to finally let me

“Say you love me.”

“In your dreams!”

Vincent stared at her, then suddenly smiled, a look that sent a chill down her spine. He let her go and turned to Marco. Contact the global media. Now.”

Marco froze. “Boss, you mean-

“A livestream,” Vincent said, enunciating each word. “Of my wedding to Sophia.‘

”

Ten minutes later, cameras were aimed at the bedroom’s French doors. Vincent had changed into a black suit. Sophia was forced into a wedding dress, a silk ribbon hiding the wound on her wrist.

The sudden “wedding” appeared on the homepages of every major news outlet in the world. Vincent gripped Sophia’s waist

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The livestream cut out abruptly, but it was too late. The world was in an uproar.

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