Chapter 75

• || VINCENZO's POV ||
• I entered the grand hall of my grandfather's mansion, the weight of duty pressing heavily on my shoulders. The place hadn't changed much over the years, its opulence a constant reminder of our family's legacy. My eyes roamed over the familiar faces of our staff, each one nodding respectfully as I passed. But there was an unfamiliar tension in the air, a sense of anticipation that set my nerves on edge.
• As I approached the study, I could hear voices—one of them unmistakably my grandfather's, the other, a voice I hadn't heard in years. My heart skipped a beat, a mix of emotions flooding my chest. Lucas.