Epilogue of Filthy Hot Prince

Epilogue

Khalid

I lounged on the blue velvet armchair as if it was my obsidian throne. That time, a male interviewer was sitting across me, taking notes and stuttering, asking me questions. I wished he could hurry so I could be with—

“Your painting, Rose Colored Sorrow, has been auctioned for over three-hundred million dollars. Do you feel that it is because of your fiancé and your love story or purely because of the art?”

With my smooth, deep voice, I said, “I would need a moment to ask her myself, if you’ll excuse me.”

Without waiting for his reply, I stood up and walked off the small stage for the interview and searched for the stunning red-haired woman who had my heart in her palm. The art show was buzzing with people whispering about Valeria’s and my recent engagement.

I found her talking with my old friend and his wife, Ethan Kane and Kiara Kane. I wasn’t surprised to see Kiara pregnant, as Ethan had shared that they had been trying for a while. I hadn’t seen Ethan so carefree