The early morning mist still clung softly to the manicured lawns and private driveways surrounding our estate just outside of London.After months of relentless global media appearances, international hypercar exhibitions, and corporate restructuring for Vance-Cross Global Technologies, the world had finally slowed down. The frantic pace of the racing calendar and the blinding flashbulbs of the Geneva Motor Show had given way to an absolute, profound peace.I stood in the expansive, modern kitchen of our home, wearing a simple black cotton t-shirt and comfortable trousers while waiting for the espresso machine to finish its cycle.The heavy oak door of the master suite clicked open down the hall, and footsteps approached across the polished hardwood floors.Nova walked into the kitchen, looking effortlessly breathtaking even in the quiet hours of morning. She wore an oversized cashmere robe in a soft cream tone over silk loungewear, her long pitch-black hair falling naturally over her
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