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Secrets from the Vault: Money Whispers for the Jilted Class: A Novel of Financial Awakening
SECRETS FROM THE VAULT
Money Whispers for the Jilted Class
Eden Vault Series – Book One
If you played by the rules and still ended up broke, exhausted, and blamed for it—pull up a chair. This one’s yours.
Fi Risen is thirty-two. Single mom. Eviction notice taped to the door. Cupboards thin. The only thing heavier than her kid’s backpack is the shame she’s been dragging around since the numbers turned red.
She climbs into her grandmother’s attic looking for one more thing to sell, and finds something else instead.
A thick leather book with 2701 stamped on the spine. A cracked emerald ring that hums in her hand like it remembers her. Dust in the air. Light from the attic window catching on the metal.
And then the shift.
The attic stops feeling like storage and starts feeling like a vault. The air changes. Fi can feel her grandmother in the room—not as a memory, but as a presence. The same voice that once told bedtime stories starts talking again, only this time the story is money.
Not “how to budget.” Not “stop buying lattes.” The real story.
Grandma walks Fi through six thousand years of the stuff. Temple taxes and tithes. Bankers in robes. Medici ledgers. Debt bought and sold like livestock. Plastic cards that look harmless until the interest sets its teeth.
Fi thought she was bad with money. Turns out money was built to be bad with her.
Grandma doesn’t preach. She points.
She shows Fi
Scarcity was designed and dressed up as virtueBanks charge the poor to stay poorThe same debt gets sold again and again, long after you think you’ve paid your dueOrdinary women step sideways into something else—credit unions, lending circles, co-ops—quiet rooms where the rules are differentThis isn’t a get-rich scheme. It’s a get-clear story.
At the end of every chapter, Grandma leaves a vault key. Not homework. Not a ten-step plan. A question to sit with. A small move to try. A practice you can bring to your own kitchen table if and when you’re ready.
Fi starts using them. One by one.
She switches banks. She asks hard questions about old bills that don’t feel right. She sits down with three other women who are also hanging on by a thread, and together they start building something small and stubborn in the cracks of a system that was never built for them.
A circle. A kind of garden. A way of feeding each other while the dragon still sleeps on its hoard.
Inside this book you’ll
The hidden history of money, told in a grandmother’s cadence, not a textbook voiceA clear look at financial shame and why it was never yours to carrySmall, realistic moves you can test without another guru, gimmick, or cardVault keys at the end of each chapter—questions and practices you can take into real lifeSecrets from the Vault is a story first. A parable for the jilted single moms, widows, worn-out workers who did everything “right” and still got crushed. Underneath the story, the patterns are real.
If you’ve ever stared at your bank balance and thought, It can’t just be me—Grandma’s hand is on your shoulder now.
You are not broken. The system is.
Money Whispers for the Jilted Class
Eden Vault Series – Book One
If you played by the rules and still ended up broke, exhausted, and blamed for it—pull up a chair. This one’s yours.
Fi Risen is thirty-two. Single mom. Eviction notice taped to the door. Cupboards thin. The only thing heavier than her kid’s backpack is the shame she’s been dragging around since the numbers turned red.
She climbs into her grandmother’s attic looking for one more thing to sell, and finds something else instead.
A thick leather book with 2701 stamped on the spine. A cracked emerald ring that hums in her hand like it remembers her. Dust in the air. Light from the attic window catching on the metal.
And then the shift.
The attic stops feeling like storage and starts feeling like a vault. The air changes. Fi can feel her grandmother in the room—not as a memory, but as a presence. The same voice that once told bedtime stories starts talking again, only this time the story is money.
Not “how to budget.” Not “stop buying lattes.” The real story.
Grandma walks Fi through six thousand years of the stuff. Temple taxes and tithes. Bankers in robes. Medici ledgers. Debt bought and sold like livestock. Plastic cards that look harmless until the interest sets its teeth.
Fi thought she was bad with money. Turns out money was built to be bad with her.
Grandma doesn’t preach. She points.
She shows Fi
Scarcity was designed and dressed up as virtueBanks charge the poor to stay poorThe same debt gets sold again and again, long after you think you’ve paid your dueOrdinary women step sideways into something else—credit unions, lending circles, co-ops—quiet rooms where the rules are differentThis isn’t a get-rich scheme. It’s a get-clear story.
At the end of every chapter, Grandma leaves a vault key. Not homework. Not a ten-step plan. A question to sit with. A small move to try. A practice you can bring to your own kitchen table if and when you’re ready.
Fi starts using them. One by one.
She switches banks. She asks hard questions about old bills that don’t feel right. She sits down with three other women who are also hanging on by a thread, and together they start building something small and stubborn in the cracks of a system that was never built for them.
A circle. A kind of garden. A way of feeding each other while the dragon still sleeps on its hoard.
Inside this book you’ll
The hidden history of money, told in a grandmother’s cadence, not a textbook voiceA clear look at financial shame and why it was never yours to carrySmall, realistic moves you can test without another guru, gimmick, or cardVault keys at the end of each chapter—questions and practices you can take into real lifeSecrets from the Vault is a story first. A parable for the jilted single moms, widows, worn-out workers who did everything “right” and still got crushed. Underneath the story, the patterns are real.
If you’ve ever stared at your bank balance and thought, It can’t just be me—Grandma’s hand is on your shoulder now.
You are not broken. The system is.
249 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 29, 2025
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