(Winona)“Winona! How is Abby?” Phillip is rushing up to me and I jump back from Jayden and hug Phillip. That was a close call. I feel if I’d ended up in Jayden’s arms, wild horses couldn’t have dragged me back out again.“Phillip, our girl is stable. She’s a fighter. The doctor is coming soon to speak with us.”“I’m sorry I wasn’t with her.”“I’m the one who should be sorry,” I sob into his shoulder. “I can’t keep working these hours. I have a daughter and family to be with.”“Don’t be sorry, Winona. You came here for me. To give me the chance of a lifetime. I’m the one who’s sorry.” Phillip rubs my back as he hugs me.“No matter why I’m here, I should not have been working like I didn’t have a child at home who needs me.”“Let’s talk about that later. Right now, it’s no one’s fault. All we need to do is get Abby well.”I nod. “I hope the doctor is here soon. They are doing more tests. I almost died when I saw our angel hooked up to those machines. Why? Why does such an innocent litt
(Jayden)I made it to the elevator before I had to grab my head from the searing pain now tearing through my mind. Emotions are eating me up from the inside and all I can feel is despair and heartbreak.Miracle baby, miracle baby the words scream around my mind.“Winona! Let me see her. What’s wrong. I swear I’ll rip this fucking place apart if someone doesn’t let me see her.” I’m being held back by two bulky security men. Doctor Green is talking to me calmly. “Mr. Brennan. You cannot come to see her unless you calm down.”I suck in a breath, steel myself to stay calm and shake off the hands gripping my arms. “Alright, alright. Sorry. I just… is Winona going to be okay?”“Mr. Brennan…Jayden…she will be okay in time. Right now, her emotional state is on the edge of breakdown. You need to be strong for her. You need to be calm. You cannot lose it in there like this.”I take another deep breath. “Okay, Doc. I got this. Take me into her, she needs me.”Dr. Green walks me into the ward an
(Winona)“Pup-py”I hear her soft whisper and my heart soars. She’s been asleep since the operation last night and Dr. Green said this was best for her to heal for now. I’m in a small armchair holding Puppy.I must have dozed off despite feeling like I was awake all night. Anne dropped by very early this morning with Abby’s favorite toy, hoped it might help.I open my eyes and see Abby staring back at me. “Puppy,” she whispers and makes slow grabby motions with her fingers.“Abby, sweetheart. Hi.” I say and get up to hand Puppy to her. I lean in to kiss her forehead “Shhh, baby girl. Get some more rest.”“It hurts, Mommy.” Tears rolled down her cherub cheeks. My heart breaks for her. I wish I could wave a magic wand and take all this pain away. I wish I could have the pain for myself and spare Abby.“I know you’re scared. It’s okay.” I push the call button. “You’re in the hospital. Let’s see if the nurse can help with that. I’m here, baby.” I rub her hair and hum a nursery rhyme.Th
(Ashlyn)“This is exactly the break we needed. He’ll see how much he loves you now and wants to be a family with you.” Judy paces her reception room floor in her mansion as she speaks. “Of course, Ashlyn, the baby is Jayden’s?” Her eyes bore into mine.I swallow my nerves down. “Of course.” I feel my palms damp with sweat.Judy gets up closer to me now. “You’re sure?”I feel the heat in my face. “I’m sure.” I lied.She walks off again. “Good. Winona says her kid isn’t Jayden’s. Phillip is named legally as the father. So, she has no claim to any of the Brennan fortune and assets. So, if this baby is Jayden’s, then we have nothing to worry about.”I breathe out. The chances that this baby isn’t Jayden’s is low. I’d had sex with one other man at a time I was distraught and felt rejected. Finding out about Jayden being with Winona after he was drugged made me crazy. Things just happened and it felt good to have someone really want me, even if it was just sex.The constant battle with Jay
(Winona)“Will she be okay, Doctor?”He nods. “She will but we need matching blood stock as soon as we can get it. We don’t have any on hand and it could be lifesaving for her during coming operations. If her body continues to reject blood, it will be life or death for Abby.”“I see.” I grip my hands together.“So, Phillip can have his blood tested, do you have any other blood relatives to Abby you can call on? It’s no guarantee but it’s the best hope we have right now. We’ve put out a general call for people to get tested for this genetic marker.”I shake my head. I’d sent Phillip to work, telling him I was okay with handling this on my own. I just really needed to think. “Phillip is not her biological father and my blood isn’t a match.”I breathe out slowly, realizing how I have to tell Jayden after denying this since I’ve been back. None of this was supposed to happen.“I see. Your parents maybe? Siblings?”“No, I’m an only child, both my parents are dead. Anne is my foster mother.
(Winona)“A few hours isn’t going to hurt. I don’t want you taking this on all by yourself. Let me come with you,” Anne says, concern flooding her voice.“I’m okay. I need to do it by myself.” “Look, just wait for me. I’ll see you in an hour. At least you can shower before you go anywhere. We can talk some more about it. I mean we might find a match elsewhere. Maybe it’s wise to wait a little.”I sigh. “Maybe but this is Abby’s life. She’s so ill.”“But she is stable right now, yes?”“She is. Once this infection is cleared up, she’ll need the blood for her follow up operation next week.”“Okay then, so you have a little time to breathe on this. There’s enough pressure on you now. Give it all a few days.” Anne’s logic is hard to fault.“Thanks Anne. You’re probably right. I love you.”“Love you too. You’ll feel better after a shower. I’ll cook dinner.”I disconnect the call and walk back into Abby’s room. She looks peaceful. Hopefully she can sip a little water or juice later when the
(Winona)“Phillip! I never expected you back today.”“Clearly.” “This isn’t what it looks like,” I explained.“Isn’t it?” Jayden pipes up. “Shush. You’re only making things worse,” I reprimand Jayden.“Not sure they could get much worse than finding my partner kissing her ex-husband.” Phillip shakes his head.“Trust me. It could.” Jayden challenges him.They glare at each other like they are arguing over their prize marble.“Both of you stop it.”“You stop it.” They both say back to me at the same time.I hear the door and footsteps. Who now?Anne sticks her head through the living room doorway and surveys the situation. “I’ll set the table for three.”“I’m not staying for dinner,” Jayden says.“Me neither,” Phillip says.“Nonsense. We’re all adults here. It’s time you all sat down and were honest with each other.” Anne lectures us. “One day that child will be old enough to understand all this, so you all better have your shit sorted by then.” Then she heads with her bags towards t
(Winona)The next day, I finally got the chance to catch up with Lisa. Apart from text messages to fill her in on Abby, I hadn’t seen her since the night I took her home after her confession over the drugs scandal.“Wow, this suite is amazing. Can I go see Abby?”“Sure. She’s been awake and able to have clear fluids since the infection started clearing up.”“I’m so happy. Does that mean she’s out of the woods?”I shake my head. “Far from it I’m afraid. Another operation next week. Jayden will be giving a blood sample today, possibly Judy as well although I really hope I don’t have to rely on her to do the right thing.”We walk to Abby’s room and she gives a tiny smile. “Aunt Lisa, yay!”“Hey there, poppet. You feeling better?”Abby nods, “I got jelly for dinner.” “Oh my goodness. That’s amazing.” Lisa sanitizes her hands and gives Abby a high five. “Winning!”The nurse smiles. “I’ll head off for dinner. Buzz if you need anything before I’m back.”“Thank you so much.”“There’s enough
(Mia)The chandelier glitters overhead, casting rainbows across the marble floor as I pace the room, my heels clicking loudly in the oppressive silence.Judy might be gone, but the specter of her looms large over this place. Gold fixtures, crystal vases, and overpriced art that screams wealth and power.I stare out the window of Judy’s luxury apartment as I clutch my phone. The screen glows with a message from Gus’s people, promising me that everything will be fine.That they’ll protect me. That I’m safe.Safe.I’ve just met with the person they are supposedly keeping me safe from at Cass’s old apartment. I had a key cut, just in case I needed it.No one is safe from Don Alejandro, my grandfather. That’s what they don’t realize. There is no escape from him. They’ll never get anyone close enough to him to kill him.Gabriel’s voice echoes down the hall, he’s staying here with me.I sink into one of the velvet armchairs. Gabriel was supposed to sell me more shares. He promised he’d think
(Cass)The smell of mildew hits me the moment I open the door to my tiny apartment. My stomach churns as I step inside, taking in the chaos left behind. Furniture overturned, drawers yanked open, and everything I once owned strewn across the floor like a crime scene.I should clean this place up and sell it. But letting it go is harder than I imagined. It’s what I bought with money from Mom, to start my new life. To be the person she always believed I’d be.That worked well, didn’t it?I drag myself out of the downward funk, this time I’ll make good.I swallow hard, gripping the strap of my duffel bag. It’s been months since I fled this place, running from my own disasters. Part of me wonders why I came back at all.But I know it’s because it’s all I have left of Mom—her money barely stretched far enough to buy this shoebox, but it was something of my own. My tiny sanctuary.I drop my bag on the only chair still upright and let out a shaky breath. “Okay, Cass,” I mutter to myself. “Le
(Lisa)I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. My stomach churns, my mouth tastes like regret, and I’m not entirely sure if it’s from the stress of everything with Winona or the bug the nurses warned me was going around. Either way, I feel gross.I sit up in bed slowly, trying to shake off the nausea. “Okay, Lisa,” I mutter to myself. “You’re just stressed. Stress does weird things to your body, right?”I think maybe I need to get back into my meditation and herbal teas.My stomach rolls again, and I press a hand to it, glaring at the offending body part like it’s personally betrayed me. “You will not ruin this day for me.”I’m working on my meeting agenda today to run by Winona tonight, ready for our meeting with the CEO in a week.This evening, I’m heading back in to help Winona shower after dinner. Once she has all of that under control, she can go home. Jayden does dayshifts with her and then heads home to the kids.The kids aren’t allowed in intensive care, so Winona is
(Lisa)I carry the tray carefully into the room, the smell of generic hospital soup wafting up.Winona’s sitting up in bed. She looks pale but more alert, her eyes flicking toward me as I set the tray down on the small table beside her bed. “Dinner is served,” I announce, gesturing to the soup like I’m unveiling a five-star meal. “Courtesy of the world-renowned Hospital Cafeteria. I am willing to risk my life and my palate eating this with you.” Winona lets out a faint laugh, the sound weak but genuine. “You’re a true hero, Lisa. Braving the wilds of hospital dining for me.” “You’d better appreciate it,” I say, as I sit beside her again. “I even got crackers. They didn’t come with the soup, so I had to charm the grumpy lady at the counter. She now thinks I’m a struggling single mom of five kids, so you owe me.” Winona raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Five kids? Really?” “Hey, I panicked, okay? She looked like the kind of person who gives you the stink eye fo
(Winona) Dr. Harris’s words hang in the air long after she leaves. Recovery is a process… it’s okay to take things slow.Slow. It’s all anyone keeps saying. But slow isn’t in my nature. Slow doesn’t keep the thoughts at bay, the quiet moments where I can’t escape the emptiness. I stare at the ceiling, my fingers making light circles on my abdomen again. I pull them back. It’s a cruel reflex—reaching for something that isn’t there anymore. The door clicks open, and Lisa steps in, her expression softer than usual. “Hey, warrior queen. The nurse said you were ready for some company.” “Hey,” I say, trying to summon a smile. “I sure am. I need some non-medical talk for a while.”Lisa pulls up a chair beside my bed and crosses her legs.She studies me for a moment before speaking. “You look like shit, but like… badass shit. Like you survived a car crash and are about to storm into a boardroom meeting.” I huff out a small laugh. “Your bedside manner could use some work.” “Honesty is m
(Winona) “Dr Harris will be with you soon. How are your pain levels?”“It’s okay. A dull ache at most.” Physically anyway.She finishes fluffing the pillows behind me and checks the monitors one last time. “I’ll make a note for the doctor.”I nod.My hand covers my stomach. There’s no baby anymore. No heartbeat to wait for. Just a dull ache where hope used to be. I hear the door click open. I look over but it isn’t the doctor, it’s Jayden back again.“Can I get a moment with Winona? I won’t be long…” he asks the nurse.“Sure, if it’s okay with Winona.”“It’s fine.” I tell her.“Hey,” he says quietly, walking over to the chair by my bed. “Hey,” I reply. “I’m going to head to the penthouse for a shower and go see the kids, okay?”“More than okay. I feel better knowing you’re with them.”“I don’t want to leave you if you’re not ready.”I shrug. “I’m sore. Empty. Tired.” I pause, my throat tightening. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel. But I do know we have to push forward
(Jayden)The next morning, I sat at the edge of her bed in the dim light of the intensive care room. The machines hum softly around us, their rhythmic beeping a constant reminder of how fragile this moment is.Winona’s face is pale, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks like she’s caught in a restless dream. But she’s here, she’s going to be okay. But U still have to tell her the news.She still has to hear me say the words about our baby, about her operation.Her fingers twitch against the sheets, and my heart leaps. She’s waking up. “Winona?” I lean forward, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m here. You’re okay.” Her eyelids flutter open, her gaze unfocused at first, then locking onto mine. Her lips part, dry and cracked, as she tries to speak. “Jayden…” Her voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the hum of the machines. “I’m here,” I repeat, my voice steady even though my chest is about to cave in. She blinks, her hand moving instinctivel
(Cass)I spin to see Viktor striding toward us, his expression impassive, his massive shoulders squared. His black jacket and dark jeans make him look even more formidable than usual. Gabriel steps back, but there’s a subtle challenge in the way he straightens his posture.“What are you doing here?” I ask, surprised. “Business,” he says curtly, his razor-blue eyes flicking to Gabriel for a brief second before landing back on me. “I need to speak with Jayden. Is he still in the Brennan Wing?” Of course, business. This is a coincidence. “No. He’s in intensive care ward with Winona. It’s limited visitors but one of the nurses will let him know you’re there.” “I was just checking in on Cass, and Winona myself” Gabriel says smoothly, his tone polite but pointed. “How considerate,” Viktor replies, his voice cold. The tension between them is so thick I could cut it with a knife. I’m caught between a molten meteorite and one iceberg king, and I’m the shiny object they both want to prot
(Cass)Lisa and I head out of the hospital. The air feels a little fresher out here, but only just. The tension from inside the Brennan Wing clings to me like a second skin. Hospitals are never places I want to be.It always seems to be bad news for someone. Mom passed away here and that’s still raw. I miss her. It was always her and I. Not being able to hug her now is something I may never get used to.No matter what she was always in my corner. Winona is too, but she does it with a hefty dose of expectation of me to improve things. That’s not a bad thing but some days it’s hard to see how things can change.“She’ll be okay,” Lisa says quietly, her voice soft. It’s almost jarring to hear her without her usual sarcastic bite.“Yeah,” I reply, exhaling slowly. “I think you’re right, but this is going to be hard for them both. Losing a baby changes people, doesn’t it? But they’ve got each other, right?”Lisa shrugs, her expression unreadable. “I’m not really sure where they stand with