Ever since Rose ca ho from the NICU, it’s been months of healing, growing, and building sothing new.
Our life was finally settling into a routine.
I woke to Rose babbling through the monitor with happy sounds and no distress.
Tony’s side of the bed was empty, aning he was already up.
I smiled and followed the sound to the nursery.
Tony was there holding Rose and singing off-key.
So children’s song, and he was completely butchering the lody.
Rose didn’t care since she was giggling and grabbing his face, looking delighted.
"You’re terrible at singing," I teased from the doorway.
Tony looked up, grinning. "She doesn’t seem to mind."
"She’s eight months old. She doesn’t know any better."
He laughed and kissed Rose’s head. "Your mama’s an."
Rose babbled sothing and reached for . "Mama!"
My heart lted every ti. Every single ti.
I took her, cuddled her, and breathed her in.
This was dostic bliss - normal, safe and everything we fought for.
After breakfast, I was in my ho office. I had a video call scheduled.
Second Chances Consulting. My firm, which was rebuilt from the ground up, now has new clients. Good clients who were safe clients. We had all background-checked by the FBI before I even took the call.
Today’s potential client was The Liberty101, a tech company expanding into new markets.
The CEO appeared on screen. She was a woman in her mid-forties.
"Ms Marvin, thank you for taking this eting."
"Please, call Katherine."
"Katherine. We’d love to work with Second Chances Consulting. Your reputation precedes you. The work you did with McBridges Industries before... well, before everything was impressive."
That felt like a lifeti ago.
"Thank you. Tell about The Liberty101. What are you looking to achieve?"
We talked strategy, expansion plans, and market analysis, which were my areas of expertise.
I was confident and professional, now back in my elent.
But different now with boundaries and work-life balance. My family now ca first.
When Rose cried in the background, I didn’t apologise or pretend she didn’t exist.
"I’m sorry, that’s my daughter. She needs . Can we continue this tomorrow?"
"Of course. Family first. We completely understand."
We rescheduled, I ended the call, and went to Rose.
This is the balance I needed: career and family, not one or the other.
Tony found later. Rose was already napping. Both of us are now finally free.
"I want to talk to you about sothing."
"Okay."
He was nervous. I could tell from his fidgeting, which was not like him.
"I’m launching sothing new. It’s an independent venture capital firm. Marvin Ventures."
"I know. You ntioned it."
"I want to invest in ethical companies. You know, clean businesses. A break from my father’s legacy and build sothing different."
"That’s amazing, Tony."
"I want you as a partner. Equal partner."
I froze. "What?"
"Marvin Ventures needs a COO. Soone brilliant with business strategy and soone I trust completely. That’s you."
"Tony, I have Second Chances-"
"Which is thriving, I know, but this would be separate. An addition, if you want it. No pressure."
He pulled out a folder showing a detailed business plan and a partnership agreent.
"50/50 ownership with equal decision-making power and your na on everything. Not Katherine Marvin, wife of Tony Marvin, but Katherine Marvin, co-founder and equal partner."
I was stunned. Reading through the proposal, it’s thorough, professional and real.
"Why?"
"Because I trust and respect you. I want us to build sothing together, not you supporting my business, but of us building ours."
I was tempted, excited, but also scared.
"Can I think about it?"
"Take all the ti you need."
Elliot visited that afternoon. He was now in his senior year at Columbia, his thesis nearly complete.
He and Jeff were getting serious. Talking about moving in together post-graduation.
We were having coffee, watching Rose play with blocks.
"You seem hesitant," Elliot observed. He was always in his usual observant behaviour.
"About what?"
"Tony’s partnership offer. He told about it."
Of course he did. They talk now and have a relationship.
"I’m considering it."
"But?"
"But what if everything falls apart again? What if I take this partnership and then-"
"And then what? Another threat erges, or life gets dangerous again?"
"Yes."
Elliot was quietly thinking, then he said. "You’re scared of being too happy."
"What?"
"You’ve spent three years in survival mode. Constant crisis and danger. Now life is good for you and stable, you’re waiting for a disaster. Sabotaging your own happiness because you’re afraid to believe it’s real."
He was right. Damn it, he’s right.
"What if I take the partnership and everything falls apart?"
"What if you don’t and you miss this chance? Katherine, you’ve fought so hard for happiness, stability, and a normal life. Don’t sabotage it now by being afraid of it."
I was quietly processing what he said.
"You deserve to be happy, to build sothing with Tony, and to have it all - career, family, love. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop."
That evening, it was our first real date night in several months.
Susan was thrilled to babysit Rose.
Tony and I were dressed up. I was in a red dress and he in a tailored suit.
It was a fancy restaurant in Manhattan. One of which we used to go to... before everything.
The security was present. It was discreet but always there.
But tonight, I was not thinking about threats, only about us.
"You look beautiful," Tony said, his eyes warm and loving.
"You clean up well yourself."
The conversation flowed easily and naturally. There was no crisis or impending danger, just the two of us.
Talking about our dreams, future, business, family, Rose’s milestones, and Elliot’s graduation.
Just about everything.
"I missed this," I admitted. "Just us talking and being normal. No life-or-death situations and no running from threats."
"We’re rebuilding properly this ti on equal terms as partners."
"I like the sound of that."
We got back ho late. Rose was already asleep, her monitors quiet.
Tony and I were finally alone.
We kissed in the hallway, urgent and passionate.
It’s been three months of exhaustion and stress lting away.
"Bedroom?" I gasped between kisses.
"Definitely bedroom."
We barely made it to the bedroom with our clothes shedding along the way.
Desperate for each other but not frantic. It was intense, intimate, and us reconnecting.
Tony’s hands were on my body, my post-pregnancy body. It’s softer where it wasn’t before and different.
I couldn’t help but be self-conscious.
"You’re beautiful," he whispered. "Even more beautiful."
"I have stretch marks-"
"You carried our daughter, grew her, and brought her into this world. These are proof of that miracle."
He kissed each mark, worshipping them and worshipping .
We made love slowly and thoroughly, relearning each other’s bodies after months of crisis mode.
I was on top, taking control, feeling confident and powerful.
His hands grabbed my hips, guiding, supporting, and worshipping.
"God, I love you."
"I love you too." I moaned.
We flipped positions with him above , thrusting deep inside. His eyes connected and locked with mine.
There were no barriers and no walls. Just us being together and completely.
We did multiple rounds, making up for lost ti and reconnecting fully.
Every touch ant sothing, and every kiss was a promise.
We fell asleep tangled together - satisfied, complete, married, and happy.
Finally, and truly happy.
By morning, I woke in Tony’s arms with Rose babbling on the monitor.
My decision had been made.
"I’ll do it. The partnership. Marvin Ventures. 50/50."
Tony’s face lights up from pure joy. "Really?"
"Really. Let’s build sothing together as equal partners. Business, family and life."
He kissed deeply, celebrating.
"We’re going to be amazing."
"We already are."
Rose’s babbling got louder, demanding our attention.
We laughed and got up to start our day.
The future was bright, hopeful, and full of possibility.
Later that afternoon, my phone rang from an unknown number.
I almost didn’t answer. We’ve had too many unknown numbers bring bad news.
But sothing made answer.
"Hello?"
It was a female voice with a familiar tone. This is impossible.
"Hello, Katherine. Did you think you were done with us?"
My blood ran cold. The voice was so similar to Victoria’s, but not quite.
"Victoria?"
"Close. This is Juliet. Juliet Sterling, I’m Victoria’s first cousin."
Juliet Sterling. I’ve never heard of her, nor did Victoria ever ntion a cousin.
"My cousin’s vendetta may have failed, but mine is just beginning. And this ti, I’m not playing gas. I’m avenging my uncle Charles, my aunt Marie, and my dear cousin Victoria. You took them from . Now I’ll take everything from you."
The line went dead.
I stared at my phone, visibly shaking.
Juliet Sterling. Victoria’s cousin. Where was she all this ti? Was she close to Victoria? To Charles? To Marie?
And now she’s here, coming for revenge.
Another threat, another enemy, and another fight.
Just when life was finally good.
"Tony?" I called, my voice shaking. "We have a problem."
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