IVY’S POVThe morning of the launch arrived not with the frantic alarm of a woman in hiding, but with the soft, persistent glow of a sunrise that felt like it belonged specifically to me.Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my new dressing room, I smoothed out the fabric of my tailored ivory suit. It was a sharp, commanding look, softened only by the silk camisole underneath a perfect representation of the woman I had become. I wasn't just Ivy the survivor anymore. Today, I was Ivy the founder.My house, now fully lived-in, felt vibrant. There were fresh lilies on the console table and the faint scent of the espresso Kai had insisted on making for me before he headed out to "handle the logistics" of the event. Every corner of this home was a testament to the peace I had fought for."You look like a queen, child."I turned to see Nana leaning against the doorframe. She looked elegant in a deep plum dress I’d had delivered to her cottage. She still refused to move in, but sh
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