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After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab

Freddo walked in, his school blazer soaked, clutching a heavy cream envelope in his small hand. "What’s that, baby?" I asked, kneeling to help him with his coat. "It’s an invitation," he said, his voice trembling with a rare excitement. "Read it, Mom." I took the envelope. It was light, expensive paper. I opened it, and the words jumped out at me. The International Junior Mensa Quiz. Venue: The Royal Lancaster Hotel, London. Grand Prize: Full Scholarship to Eton College & £50,000 Cash Prize. My stomach dropped.

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I sighed inwardly and remembered the gift upstairs that I'd bought him during the shopping trip with Lory. "Give me a minute. I have something for you." I went up, picked it up from Lory's room while she was in the bathroom, and came back down to hand it to him. It was a book on how to deal with grief. I'd found it in the bookshop at the mall, wandering around while Lory was off getting the fashion ring she bought adjusted. He turned it over in his hands. A small smile tugged at his mouth. "Thank you."

Three years, and Gavin was still the same arrogant, self-obsessed jerk. I didn't say a word. He had no clue I was here to take his company. Right after he swaggered inside, a janitor jogged over and grabbed the bag from me. "Sorry, Ms. Valencia—I didn't mean to be late." She'd asked me to bring bottles for some summit promo—trade enough, win a limited-edition rocket for her grandson. When she saw the haul, her face lit up. "Thank you! You just made his dream come true."

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“I don’t know… was just a bit weird since I know you liked reading so much. But everything sort of clicked when you told me you used to live in here. Thought you might want some new things to read instead.” ...He was trying to give me a gift. Or... sort of. It was a gift, in a weird ‘probably stole these from the library’ kind of way. And they were definitely from the library. I recognised all the titles immediately, could even almost remember exactly where they would be placed on the shelves. After all, I’d already read all of these books too. ...However, the sentiment was there and I appreciated it. Building good rapport with Aleric was only going to work in my favour for the future.

"His gift?" "Yes. It should have arrived last week. A rare first edition of 'Pride and Prejudice.' He mentioned it was your favorite." Jane's favorite book was "Valley of the Dolls"—she'd never expressed interest in Jane Austen. This was a test. "Oh, that gift." Lyra scrambled for a response. "Yes, it was... wonderful. Please thank him for me." "You can thank him yourself tomorrow," Amelia replied. "Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood."

The lights outside had softened into a dusky lavender, and guests formed a quiet line to take turns placing gifts and handwritten letters into the cradle. There were knitted blankets in soft pastels. Tiny booties embroidered with elephants. A framed sonogram turned into digital art by one of Danelle’s friends. A custom bilingual storybook—written in both Hindi and English—called "The Lioness and Her Cub," gifted by Anushka’s from the colony. One aunt offered a silver rattle said to be blessed by a temple priest in Chennai. There were little onesies, too—one read “Born to Rule the Boardroom” and another “Mommy’s Favorite Project.”