Novel & Cerita Suffering From Success Book

We exchanged a quick hug before settling into our seats. The moment she sat down, she opened her laptop. Three notebooks followed. Then a tablet. Then another notebook. I stared. She stared back. “Maya.” “Yes?” “Are you preparing for a mentorship session or a military operation?” She laughed. Then visibly relaxed. Good. Because one thing I learned years ago was that talented people often became their own biggest obstacle. They thought success required perfection. It didn’t. Success required consistency. Very different thing. “So,” I said, crossing one leg over the other. “What’s the crisis today?”

They clapped, cheered, and congratulated each other. Yeah, that’s how a leader should respond. As usual, I dropped another motivational gem I found somewhere. “Way to go, guys. If we keep up this pace, we’ll achieve even more. Remember this: success isn’t a comfortable process. It’s hard. So, if you want success, get comfortable being uncomfortable.” They roared with enthusiasm. I got it. They wanted to be successful. But real success? That came from profit, not salary. Salary was a drug. A trap. But hey, that was their problem. They’d die eventually anyway.

“Especially in a world that constantly pressures people to become versions of themselves that feel marketable instead of honest.” Several people nodded thoughtfully. I lowered my voice slightly. “Success is not measured only through revenue,” I said. “It is measured through who people become after surviving disappointment.” That sentence lingered. Longer than anything else I had said. Because it wasn’t really about business anymore. It was about survival. About transformation. About people rebuilding themselves after life breaks their expectations apart. And maybe, in ways I couldn’t admit publicly, I was speaking about myself too. I glanced toward Ciara again.

They've healed each other's every scar giving each other the genuine care and love. Now, Both of them love each other maddeningly and their life is fulfilled by the giggles of their children. Note- Finally, the book "Sufferings" ended here. I hope you all have enjoyed the book. Thank you so much for reading the book.❤ I don't know I have given the perfect ending or not but I have tried. 😐I hope you have liked it.😇 If you like the book then don't forget to tell your opinion in the comment section and give your review.❤

(Her POV) Success is supposed to feel like relief. Like the exhale after tension finally releases. But success—real, visible, undeniable—has a way of circling back on itself. Of demanding something in return. I’m reminded of that on a morning I didn’t expect to matter. I’m at home. Still easing into this slower rhythm. Coffee gone lukewarm beside me as I reread the same page of a book I’m reading purely because I want to.

"Susan, I know I was wrong. Please, give me a chance. Let me love you properly." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me—cold and sharp. "Jarrold, tell me this: if I were still that naive, proud, and utterly powerless girl… would you love me then?" I answered my own question. "No. You don't love me. You're infatuated with what I've become—the success, the glow, the woman who no longer needs you. "A man like you, who lies, uses, and manipulates to get what he wants, has no right to even speak the word 'love.' Do you get me?"

Although he said it casually, only he himself knew how much pain he had suffered. People said that there would be some gray pasts behind every successful person, and these words sounded a bit exaggerated. It was better to say that there was endless sadness and suffering hidden behind every successful person, and they all endured through this. Of course, Madison was an exception, because she had a good man around.

I said what I feel like should be clear, but regret when saw a ping of pain in his eyes I wasn’t trying to make him feel sad, I just feel he is over the top. After a long silence, he said before engulfed his drink in one gulped, “I don’t care what people think about me, till then I can help them. I am not saying you're wrong but trust me, buddy, I’m telling you from personal experience if you always follow rules, you will get success but still you feel uncomfortable because you trade your happiness for that success. And in my terms, if you are not happy yourself so how can you keep others happy? Well ignore if you think I’m talking crap, it’s okay bro.”

For daily life, ordinary moments, the mundane chaos that actually mattered. No more chasing awards. No more proving she could do it all. Just being present. Being enough. Being Mama. That was success. Real success. The kind that actually mattered. Two weeks later, Seraphine finished the final edits on her book in early April. Fifteen essays about working motherhood honest, vulnerable, specific about privilege while acknowledging universal struggles. Rachel loved it. “This is exactly what we needed. Honest conversation about impossible balancing, specific about costs, clear about privilege, universal about challenges. It’ll help so many women.”

I will lift my mind Real strong I won’t focus on tragedy Yesterday again Though was a different storm My peak is that Each attempt which cannot Be reached I hate a physical peak My mind will lift me strong I am at ease I am at absolute ease You count the stars You gain pleasure in it I will conquer those you count Each mind sets its Own in limits I will go beyond That’s believed I am denying it religiously I am now a different being All set for success From within From deep within me I don’t counter trauma I suppress it still