Chapter 17 - A Quiet ChristmasChristmas arrived without the usual stress of high-society galas or the crushing expectations of the Sterling legacy. There were no caterers, no crystal chandeliers, and no forced smiles.
Instead, they spent it in a rented cabin in the snowy mountains. The living room smelled of pine and roasting turkey. Annie was on the floor, happily unwrapping a modest pile of toys, laughing as the family’s new golden retriever pup playfully stole her wrapping paper.
James sat on the couch with a mug of cider, watching them. He realized he didn't miss the wealth or the prestige. True wealth was sitting right in front of him.
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Catherine curled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Best Christmas ever," she murmured.
"Absolutely," James agreed, kissing her hair.
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Chapter 18 - The SecretSpring brought blooming flowers and a sense of absolute renewal. One Sunday morning, James was in the kitchen flipping pancakes while Annie tried to teach the puppy how to sit.
Chapter 19 - New RootsTo accommodate their growing family, they finally moved out of the penthouse and into a sprawling, comfortable house in the suburbs. It had a big backyard, ancient oak trees, and a wrap-around porch. It was exactly the kind of house Eleanor would have scoffed at.
Chapter 20 - The LegacyYears later, the Sterling name no longer stood for ruthless corporate takeovers or cold aristocratic snobbery. Because of the Haven Foundation, the name had become synonymous with philanthropy and compassion in the city.
