Chapter 88

• || SANCIA'S POV ||
• The air in the room was stifling, heavy with tension that seemed to thicken with every passing second. I could feel the weight of Grandfather’s gaze as I sat beside Vincenzo, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. Lucas’s smug expression was infuriating, but it wasn’t what held my attention—it was the silence that followed my objection, a silence so oppressive it felt like the walls were closing in.
• Vincenzo, ever the calm mediator, finally stood, his voice steady but firm. “Nonno, with all due respect, this decision isn’t fair. If you’re basing it on legacy and loyalty, you know I’ve dedicated my life to this family. Sancia has a point.”