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Chapter fourteen

Author: Mark Howard
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Ten years. A whole decade had passed since the whirlwind of the media frenzy, the contract, and the unexpected love that blossomed amidst the chaos. Life, as it often does, had settled into a comfortable rhythm. The once-scandalous Olivia and Ethan Kingsley had become a familiar presence, their love story a heartwarming footnote in celebrity gossip magazines.

Our days were a symphony of organized chaos – balancing work, raising our now ten-year-old daughter Lily, and navigating the ever-present public eye. Lily, with her mop of fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes, was a constant source of joy and, occasionally, exasperation. She was the perfect blend of Ethan's charisma and my stubborn streak, a fact that often led to hilarious (and sometimes frustrating) standoffs.

One evening, as we sat at the dinner table, Lily, mid-chew on her pasta, piped up, "Mommy, are you going to write about our family in your blog?"

I glanced at Ethan, a silent question hanging in the ai
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