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Chapter 58
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Naomi's POV The article dropped before I opened my eyes.I knew it before my phone lit up. Something in the air had changed, it was heavier, tighter, like a storm pressing against the glass from the outside in.Kendra’s message came first: You’re trending and It’s not good.Raymond was still asleep beside me. Miranda was humming faintly in her room, her voice rising and falling like birdsong through the hallway. But the moment I tapped the link Kendra sent, the warmth in my chest turned to ice.> “Beneath the Violets: Naomi Montego’s Quiet Rise Back to Power”Scandal, Silence, Secrets, What does the Montego heiress owe the public—and what is she hiding?They didn’t hold back.They dragged up my father’s withdrawal from Sanborn, Rehashed the takeover attempt by Rachel. They Questioned the timing of our revival, claimed I was using “soft feminism and trauma language” to rebrand myself after disgrace. They didn’t call me a fraud outright—but they didn’t have to, The implications curled
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Raymond's POV I’ve sat in rooms with billion-dollar contracts on the table a lot of times and never felt as much pressure as I did watching Naomi stir her tea three times and not drink it.She hadn’t touched her coffee that morning either, or her toast, and the past few nights, she’d tossed and turned so much that I stopped pretending to be asleep and just held her hand under the sheets.She said it was just stress. That her mind was too full. And I believed that—partly. But there was something else, something deeper vibrating beneath the surface of her. She was running on fumes, emotionally and physically, and I wasn’t sure she realized it.Naomi wasn’t someone who asked for help. She offered it like oxygen to others, but when it came to herself, she tightened like a fist. She thought surviving meant silence. But I’d learned her language—the small pauses, the forced smiles, the way she flinched from garlic one night when I was cooking, only to pretend nothing was wrong.It was sub
Your brother, my husband Chapter 59
Naomi's POV We started the next morning with a list.Leona sat across from me at the conference table, tying her curls into a tight knot as I spread the Sanborn materials across the surface.“We need three things before we go near Elijah Cross,” she said. “Legal cover, political leverage, and someone he doesn’t see coming.”I nodded, already making notes. “Beatrice knows people in planning and zoning. I’ll talk to her today. We need the Sanborn land frozen—no sudden transfers.”“I’ll talk to Kendra,” Leona added. “She’s still got friends in investigative journalism. Quiet ones.”“And Rachel?” I asked.Leona’s jaw ticked. “Keep her busy. Just not involved in this.”I didn’t argue.While Leona made calls, I sat down with Beatrice in the small staff kitchen.She listened carefully, then opened her planner and pulled out a business card. “City registrar owes me a favor. He can flag that land for public interest. Temporary hold. Give you some breathing room.”“What do I say to him?”“Noth
Your brother, my husband Chapter 58
Naomi's POV I read the letter three more times before I locked it in the bottom drawer of my desk.Not because I was afraid of it.But because I didn’t want it where I could see it every time I looked up, it won't make my day worse.It had already gotten under my skin, I could feel it tightening around my chest like a rope.Someone didn’t want Sanborn to rise.And that someone had been watching closely.The next morning, I made a list. Not names. Not contacts. Just a single question at the top of the page: Who stands to lose if Sanborn returns?Beneath it, I scribbled what I knew—The project had been shelved under my father’s watch. Rachel’s father was involved too. The original land was purchased, then quietly sold off. Leona mentioned something about nonprofit mergers, but every digital trail stopped cold just after my fifteenth birthday.Too clean.Almost… intentional.Raymond offered to call his legal team. I told him no, at least not yet. This wasn’t about legality, not at the
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Naomi's POV I didn’t sleep the night after I told Leona what happened, it was not because I was doubting my decision, but because I was already thinking ten steps ahead—blueprints, messaging, team structure, how to keep The Haven untouched while Sanborn rose beside it, how to make sure everything is legally done and it won't bother my family.In the morning, the air was still and bright, the kind of sharp cold that makes everything feel a little more alive. I stood at the porch railing watching the cabins breathe beneath early fog, thinking about how far we’d come—and how much further there was to go.I broke the news to Beatrice and Kendra first. They deserved to hear it directly.Beatrice listened in silence, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her eyes never leaving mine. When I finished, she said, “I knew this would come. You were never meant to stop growing. I just hope you don’t forget how to stay grounded and sometimes we need to make decisions not just on how we are feeling b
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The envelope sat unopened on my desk for hours.I stared at it like it might explode. Like touching it would make it real. The handwriting was unmistakably Rachel’s—tight, deliberate, almost angry even on paper. I’d folded it once, then again, and then again, before finally flattening it out beside my keyboard, daring it to make the first move.Raymond came in with Miranda asleep on his shoulder, Her hair was a mess of soft curls, and she clung to him like ivy.“You okay?” he asked quietly, careful not to jostle her.I didn’t answer right away.Finally, I said, “She wants us to finish what they started.”He glanced at the envelope, then back at me. “Do you?”I wanted to say no. That would have been easier. Safer. But my silence was already an answer.That night, I didn’t sleep. I paced the house barefoot, stopping at every framed picture. My father smiling in a suit, Me and Miranda at the garden opening. Raymond and I on our wedding day, It was all built on a foundation I thought wa
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I stepped off the plane and inhaled deeply—like the air in this city still knew me by name. It feels good to be back home.Everything about home was smaller than Washington, but somehow heavier, more real. Here, the work didn’t echo through microphones or sit under polished lights. It whispered across garden beds and in quiet “thank yous” from women rediscovering their voices.Raymond met me at the gate with Miranda balanced on his hip.“Mommy!” she squealed.I hugged her so tight she giggled and gasped. “You came back,” she whispered into my shoulder.“Always.”“I missed you so much mummy, I have lots of gist for you,” Miranda said as she hugged me.---That night, after dinner and after enough gist about my travel experience, Miranda finally fell asleep—clutching her flower-shaped nightlight—I sat with Raymond on the porch, wrapped in one of his oversized sweaters.“You looked really beautiful up there,” he said softly.“Beautiful? I was Terrified,” I replied.“But you were powerf
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The plane touched down in Washington, and my heart thudded like it was reminding me this moment was real, that I wasn't dreaming and that I have accepted this huge task.Outside my window, the city was polished and cold—stone monuments, glinting towers, the illusion of calm control. Everything here looked like it had a place.But I had brought something messier. Something human.The Haven wasn’t built from marble, It was built from memory, from the pain of a woman, mothers, sisters, girl child.A car met me at the gate, courtesy of the summit. The driver handed me a name tag with Naomi Thompson-Darlington – Keynote Speaker written in bold.I swallowed hard.It felt heavier than it looked, it wasn't the name tag that felt heavy, it was the responsibility that the name held.---The ballroom backstage buzzed with energy—organizers in suits, women pinning lapel mics, someone handing me a program I couldn’t read through the blur of my nerves, everything seems to be in place already.I did
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The storm was gone, leaving behind dew-laced grass and a sky the color of forgiveness. I walked slowly to the garden cabin, where Rina had stayed the night.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, the soup bowl empty beside her.When she looked up, her eyes were tired—but no longer vacant.“Can I stay a little longer?” she whispered.My heart broke and bloomed all at once.“You can stay as long as you need.”She gave the tiniest nod.And in that moment, I knew we weren’t just building The Haven.We were becoming it and with time and patience we will definitely pull through.---Days passed.Rina didn’t speak much, but she started to move. Quietly, intentionally. She swept porches, stacked firewood, braided rope for the outdoor benches. She wasn’t trying to be seen—but she wasn’t hiding anymore either.She followed Miranda around one afternoon, helping her carry little watering cans to the flower beds. Miranda chattered endlessly while Rina just listened, the h
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