C75 Chapter 75

TWENTY-ONE YEARS LATER...

"Where is Sandro?"

I turn at the firm sound of my husband's voice, my nerves flutter in my stomach as I bite on my lower lip.

"I believe he's in his room, dear," I state nervously.

"Is he ready?" Aydem asks as he flicks out his hand and looks at his expensive gold watch.

"He's still just a kid."

"He's the heir to the throne of our family empire