Chapter 8 - Vincent Closed the Last Business Carrying His Family Name, and Nora Realized They Were Finally Free
Vincent sold the last of his father's companies.
The check was enormous.
He donated most of it.
The rest funded their new foundation.
Nora helped establish programs for victims of domestic violence, housing assistance, legal aid and medical care.
Their daughter grew.
The penthouse was gone.
The bodyguards became unnecessary.
They bought a smaller home near the lake.
It had a kitchen Nora actually used.
A garden.
A nursery.
A porch.
One evening, Vincent came home covered in paint.
Nora laughed.
“What happened?”
“I tried to help Emma.”
“Help her with what?”
“Painting.”
She looked at the walls.
There were tiny blue handprints everywhere.
Nora smiled.
“She'll be an artist.”
“Or a criminal.”
“Why?”
“She already knows how to hide the evidence.”
Nora laughed.
He pulled her close.
“I'm happy.”
She looked up.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“No empire?”
“No.”
“No bodyguards?”
“No.”
“No billionaire meetings?”
“Absolutely not.”
She smiled.
“Then what?”
He kissed her.
“You.”
She leaned into him.
“And Emma.”
“And Emma.”
“And another baby?”
He froze.
“What?”
She laughed.
“Just kidding.”
He exhaled.
“You nearly killed me.”
“Good.”
He kissed her again.
Their life became ordinary.
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And that was the greatest luxury Vincent had ever known.
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