Stefano’s pov

I watched her curl in shock, she must really think she’s something huh, she knows $50 million is peanut to her father, you’d think he’d pay up sooner.

“Why?Why? Why are you doing this to me,” Tears begin to drop from her eyes.

I hate it. In this moment she looks so vulnerable and broken, not the spoilt princess she was few seconds ago. I feel my heart soften, dammit! Why did she have to cry now, what was I even thinking, telling her about the ransom, what was I expecting.

“I want to go home,” she sniffed, her green eyes piercing at me like dagger.

“You only leave when I tell you to princess, meanwhile if you want to stay alive, I suggest you eat something” I told her

“No” she said softly at first, then “no!” She screamed “you are not my father, you can’t tell me what to do, to hell with you and your goddamn food” she spat and kicked the plate with her leg, the content pouring everywhere.

And just like that, the spoilt, overbearing princess was back, like a snap of a finger.