I stood in the driveway of the new estate, the keys heavy and cool in my palm. This wasn't just a house; it was a fortress of glass and limestone, six bedrooms of pure, unadulterated freedom.And it’s all for my dad.A cute little present from his now wealthy daughter. "Avery... sweetheart, I can't," my father, Richard, stammered, his eyes scanning the sprawling lawn and the sleek, modern architecture. "This is too much. How can you afford this?" I squeezed his hand. "Dad, for years you’ve worked to keep a roof over my head while being told you weren't doing enough. It’s my turn. The board at Greyhound Holdings takes care of its own, and I’ve had some... very successful investments." Behind us, I could hear the sharp, rhythmic clicking of heels on the pavement. Claudia and Emilia stepped out of their car, their faces a mask of poorly hidden greed and sheer shock. They had spent the entire morning complaining about the "small" size of the moving truck.But now that they were se
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