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All Chapters of Captive Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint.But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa."He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else.The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.From my side of the bed, I watch his long fingers deftly buttoning his shirt."Not staying tonight?" I ask."Family meeting," he says without turning. "Be good."That again.I sit up, letting the sheet pool around my waist. Vincent's hands pause for a moment before he moves to knot his tie."Vincent.""Hmm?""Nothing."He turns, leans down, and presses a kiss to my forehead. "I'm leaving."The moment the door clicks shut, I snatch my phone and dial a familiar number."Father, I accept the marriage alliance. In two weeks, I'll marry the dying Sterling

Chapter 2

Isabella stood at the bottom of the stairs in a simple white dress, the picture of fragile innocence.She spotted me, and a brilliant smile spread across her face. "You must be Sophia. I'm Isabella. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."I didn't answer, just stared down at her.Don Romano emerged from the living room. Seeing Isabella, a rare look of paternal affection crossed his features."Isabella, you must be tired from your journey. Have Sophia show you to your room.""Thank you, Uncle Romano," Isabella replied sweetly."Take Sophia's room. It gets the best light, perfect for your recovery," Don Romano announced.I turned to him. "My room?""From now on, it's Isabella's room. You can move to the third floor. There's an empty guest room up there."A cold laugh escaped my lips. "No, thanks."I went back upstairs and began to pack.Thirty minutes later, I was dragging my suitcase down the stairs.Don Romano saw my luggage and frowned. "Where do you think you're going?""I'm leaving,"

Chapter 3

Vincent drove me back to his mansion in Manhattan.I sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the passing neon lights, a gaping void in my chest."We're here." Vincent parked the car and walked around to open my door.Why was it always like this? He didn't love me, but he slept with me, and he was still so damn considerate.A lump formed in my throat.I got out of the car and followed him, dragging my suitcase behind me.I knew this house all too well. Every corner held a memory of our bodies tangled together.Vincent reached for my suitcase, about to take it to my usual bedroom."Don't," I said, heading straight for a guest room. "I'm only staying for twelve days. This is fine."Vincent stopped in his tracks. "You can stay as long as you want."I put my suitcase in the guest room and closed the door.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone. Twelve more days, and I would leave New York forever.The next morning, I went downstairs. Vincent was already in the dining room. He s

Chapter 4

Once the party started, I realized just how attentive Vincent was to Isabella.He pulled out her chair, fetched her drinks, and even adjusted the strap of her dress when it slipped, his hand brushing her shoulder with a familiar ease.I had never received any of that.In the two years I was with Vincent, he had never done those things for me. I thought it was just his personality—cool and reserved, above such trivial gestures of affection.I was wrong.He just wasn't willing to do them for me.I nursed my champagne, listening to Isabella laugh and chat with other guests. She spoke of her recovery in Europe, of how much she missed New York. Every word was graceful and proper."Isabella is such a lovely girl," a woman next to me whispered to her friend. "The way Vincent looks after her, they're sure to end up together."My hand tightened around the stem of my glass."Alright, everyone, let's play a game!" the host announced, livening up the room. "Truth or Choice!"The big screen lit up

Chapter 5

As the car hit me, my consciousness began to fade.Pain shot through my entire body, but what hurt more was the absolute, crushing despair of being abandoned.Flashes of memory flooded my mind.The first time I saw Vincent, sitting behind his desk, the cold light glinting off his glasses. Me, deliberately provoking him, and him, completely unmoved.The first time he pinned me down, calling me Principessa, his voice low and ragged. I had thought it was love.Countless nights, lying in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart, thinking I had finally found my home.The final image was frozen in my mind: Vincent, without a moment's hesitation, diving to protect Isabella.And me, like some disposable bystander, left to face the danger all alone.When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed.The room was quiet, but I could hear Vincent on the phone just outside my curtain."Isabella, does it still hurt?" His voice was so gentle it felt alien to me."Much better, thank you,

Chapter 6

I woke from a doze to a sharp, stinging pain in my arm.Looking down, I saw my IV line had backed up with blood, a crimson line creeping steadily up the clear tube.I pressed the call button.A nurse bustled in and frowned at the IV. "Why is no one watching you? Where's your boyfriend?""He's not my boyfriend," I said calmly. "He had to leave for something important.""How long ago?" the nurse asked, skillfully changing the needle.I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was two in the morning. Vincent had left at seven in the evening. Seven hours ago."A long time ago."The nurse shook her head with a sigh. "That's how it is with these rich guys. They put on a good show, but they're never around when it counts."After she left, I couldn't get back to sleep.When morning came, I decided to go for a walk.Dragging my IV stand into the hallway, I overheard two nurses talking quietly."That girl in the VIP wing is so lucky. Her boyfriend booked the entire floor for her.""I heard he even f

Chapter 7

The auction began.I clutched my bidding paddle, my eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for lot number 47.Finally, the auctioneer held up the pearl necklace."Lot number 47, a stunning pearl necklace. Bidding starts at five hundred thousand dollars."I immediately raised my paddle. "Five hundred thousand.""One million," Isabella's voice chimed in from beside me.I turned to look at her. Isabella was smiling, holding her own paddle high."One point five million," I countered, my voice tight."Two million," Isabella said without a flicker of hesitation.The price began to skyrocket.Three million, five million, eight million...My palms grew sweaty. My lawyer had said my assets were worth fifteen million, but the bidding was already approaching twenty."Twenty million," Isabella raised her paddle effortlessly, as if naming a trivial sum.The auctioneer looked at me. "Ma'am, do you wish to continue?"My hand trembled. I couldn't raise the paddle again.I didn't have enough money.All eyes

Chapter 8

Isabella's scream echoed through the backstage area.The staff froze in shock. Some started screaming in panic, others fumbled for their phones to call for an ambulance.I pulled the knife free and stood up straight."A Romano always repays their debts," I said, looking down at Isabella, who was writhing on the floor, clutching her bleeding hand and sobbing. "Remember that."I turned and walked away, the sounds of chaos fading behind me.My steps were steady as I headed for the exit, as if nothing had happened.Just as I reached the door, Vincent blocked my path.He was holding a blanket and a thermos, clearly having just returned.Seeing me, Vincent's face turned to stone."What did you do?" he demanded.I glanced at the thermos in his hand and gave a bitter, humorless smile. "You went to get medicine for her?""I asked you what you did!" Vincent's voice was colder now, sharper."She put my mother's necklace on a stray dog and called my mother a bitch," I looked him straight in the ey

Chapter 9

I said nothing in response to Vincent's question.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."Sophia, how are you feeling?" she asked with faux concern.I turned my head to look at her, my eyes flat and empty.Isabella pulled up a chair and sat down, a sweet, poisonous smile on her face. "My dear, I want to tell you a story.""I don't want to hear it.""But this story is about you," Isabella's eyes glint

Chapter 10

Kneeling in front of the computer, staring at the damning video files, I took out my phone and dialed Don Romano's number."Father," I said, my voice thick with unshed tears."What is it? I thought you were disowning me," his voice was cold and surprised."I just have one question. Three years ago, did Vincent offer to discipline me?"There were a few seconds of telling silence on the other end of the line."How did you know?"I closed my eyes. "So it's true.""Vincent offered me a two-hundred-million-dollar port project in exchange for the chance to take you under his wing," Don Romano's voice was mercilessly pragmatic. "I didn't know how you'd offended him, but I figured a little education wouldn't hurt you. So I agreed."I hung up.The last sliver of hope I didn't even know I was holding onto was gone.Vincent got close to me, slept with me, controlled me—it was all for revenge. For Isabella.I started to laugh again. Quietly at first, then louder and louder, a hysterical sound that

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