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Financial Freedom

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ARIA

The next morning light filters softly through the curtains, warming the room before I even open my eyes.

There’s a faint, delicate scent in the air—something floral and familiar. It pulls me from the edges of sleep, and when I finally blink awake, I see them.

Peonies. My favorite.

They’re arranged in a simple glass vase on the bedside table, their pale pink petals full and lush. For a moment, I just stare at them as my brain is still foggy with sleep, trying to piece together how they got here.

Then I see the note, tucked neatly against the vase.

The handwriting is unmistakable. It’s clean, precise, and somehow intimate, like every letter was written with care.

“For my wife. – D”

I sit up slowly and run my fingers over the edge of the note.

The simplicity of the gesture catches me off guard. It’s not grand or showy, not another overwhelming piece of the empire he’s built for me. It’s just… thoughtful. Personal.

Then I square my shoulders and prepare to face the day.

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Nathan shows
Golden Butterfly

First, thank you for checking in on me and little girl. Your kindness and concern truly touched my heart. I’ve missed you too. I'm really sorry for leaving you hanging these past few days without updates. Life has been a little overwhelming lately between personal matters and burnout, struggling to find the energy and clarity to write. To be honest, I’ve also been feeling discouraged. My current stories aren’t reaching the audience I hoped they would. Maybe they aren’t as engaging as I thought… and if that’s the case, I’d genuinely appreciate your honesty. Your feedback means everything to me. Maybe it’s time to take a break or try something new - a new book. But before making any decisions, I’d love to know your thoughts. Thank you for being here, even in the quiet moments. Your support is what keeps me going, truly. :)

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KierraC
Does this also mean Xavier n Vivian have been planning her demise long before we all knew?
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KierraC
I figured something was going on you needed a break. I’m glad you’re back n updating but I say don’t give up on what you love based on not many readers. Everything takes time n your amazing stories speak for themselves. I look forward 2 your updates daily, I truly wish I could just go buy the book.
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zeezie
please don't give up on this story it's really worth my data ND time will really be sad if it's being abandoned cuz I always look forward to it's update daily. I will suggest you advertise it on your other books comment or author note so as to create more awareness
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