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she said. Maria smiled. “You gave me the space to find it.” And as the vineyard bloomed, so did Maria. Not just as a mother. Not just as a wife. But as a woman who had found her voice. And shared it with the world. By December, Maria had completed her manuscript. She titled it The Quiet Vine—a collection of essays, poems, and reflections on motherhood, legacy, and identity. She sent it to a publisher in Manila, unsure what to expect.

Nathaniel said, his arm around her. "It's everything." Victoria opened the book to the first page. "For Margaret. Who taught me how to love." The reviews were glowing. Critics praised Victoria's honesty, her vulnerability, her refusal to sugarcoat the hard parts of her life. They called it a masterpiece, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Readers wrote letters, sharing their own stories, thanking her for giving voice to their experiences. The memoir became a bestseller, a phenomenon, a gift to the world.

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

"This contains the original documents. Bank transfers from Victoria. The real hotel video. Everything. I came here to give it to my daughter and to Damian in front of all of you." Reporters surged forward. Microphones thrust toward them from every side. Victoria appeared at the top of the stairs in her silver gown. Her smile froze on her face. Theo and Sarah stood just behind her, suddenly very still. Maria climbed the steps until she stood directly in front of Victoria. "You told me you would protect my daughter if I stayed quiet," Maria said, her voice shaking but strong. "Instead you used me to destroy her. I am done being your pawn." She turned and handed the envelope to Elena.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

"Good night pogi." Luciano closed his eyes until Maria continued reading. There wasn't a chapter that didn't bring tears to his eyes. Everything about her was stated in the book. How he and Victor started. After a few hours, Maria caught herself almost falling asleep reading. He got up and moved. One sitting and he wants to finish the book. "I'm sorry," Maria whispered while reading some letters that Victor had collected during his six years in prison. Maria cried and kissed the book of her life. When the girl turned to the next chapter, she saw that it was torn. Maria felt a snake and went out to look in the trash to see if the maid had thrown away the extension.

I said in threatening tone " Luke sit, she is good at martial arts." Victoria said She smiled evilly and I sat on my chair trying to ignore her. " We are not together anymore." I replied at their question I heard her cracking a giggle then she said, " You gave me a very nice idea for my book." " My book?" " Ohh yeah, Haven is an online Novel writer ." What a talented girl! " Would you give me the link of your novel?" I asked " Are you interested in reading it?" She asked surprised

He walked back to his private study, determined to clear his head. Just as he sat down at his desk, his personal phone rang. The screen lit up with a name he hadn't seen in over a year. Victoria. Mateo picked it up, a look of surprise crossing his features. "Victoria? It has been a long time." "Sorpresa, Mateo," a sharp, smooth voice purred through the speaker. Victoria was his ex-girlfriend, a brilliant and fiercely independent woman from an incredibly powerful tycoon family. Even after their breakup, they had remained distant allies. She didn't live in the shadow of family names; she ran her own massive corporate empires, owning major real estate and tech businesses in Washington, D.C.