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.