CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE

　　TWENTY-ONE YEARS LATER...

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　　"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, and it's time for him to take his place."?

　　I look past his shoulder, shaking my head at our youngest daughter, Asli as she attempts to enter the living room. "I know. He was born for this and you have spent most of his life preparing him for it... But-"

　　"But, you're his mother, and naturally you can't help but worry about his wellbeing." Aydem crosses the room, devouring the distance between us in no time and pulls me into his comforting arms.