Chapter 27 - The Promise.

Sylvia

It had been four days since my father imprisoned me. Even though he made sure I was taken care of, the inability to communicate with Antonio during this time felt like torture. I was cut off from the outside world, with no access to my phone, internet, or any means of connecting with others.

As I lay in bed, facing the wall, I heard the door creak open. I didn't bother to look, assuming it was just one of the maids bringing in a meal or retrieving an untouched tray. In my loneliness, I simply couldn't muster the energy to care.

"Here," said the unmistakable voice of my father. However, I was too consumed by sadness to be interested in whatever he had brought for me. My mind was preoccupied, and I knew that no gift could alleviate my gloom. The only solution to my misery was Antonio—the one person who held the key to my freedom from this emotional torture.

"Sylvia, darling, you're breaking my heart," my father continued, trying to manipulate my emotions. Little did he know that