(Jayden)I buzz Lance up to the penthouse. The kids are asleep and it’s Monday night. Today I’ve worked on all the last-minute wedding plans. It’s all ready to go on Sunday.“Hey. Any beers?” Lance asks.“Yeah, you know where the fridge is.” I follow him out to the kitchen.“So,” Lance’s voice cuts through my thoughts as he emerges from the fridge with two beers and throws me one. “What the actual hell is going on with you and Winona?”I shrug as I sit at one side of the island counter. “Nothing, why?”“Nothing? Well then, where is she? She’s clearly not here.” Lance asks with a pointed stare.“She’s busy tonight.”“Oh…busy? Yeah, sounded like she was very busy last night.”My curiosity peaks. “Why?”“Phillip said she was out having a hell of a time.” He twists the beer cap off with his teeth, his eyes flicking over to me. “You guys break up or something?”I feel a knot tighten in my gut. Phillip. “No, we didn’t break up.”Lance’s brow furrows. “Okay, then why’s she out in the club l
(Winona)I’m lying on Lisa’s couch, scrolling through my phone, when Lisa bursts through the door.“Oh. Look who’s not at work,” Lisa says, kicking off her heels and tossing her bag onto the chair. “What gives? You could have come to lunch with the girls.”I glance up, raising an eyebrow. “Took the week off. Figured I deserved a break before the wedding.”“Is that the only reason?” She stares at me, smirking like she’s onto something. “You avoiding anyone in particular, maybe?”I sit up and stretch. “Nope. Just thought it’d be nice to have a week to focus on the wedding, not stress about work and free myself up to be with the kids.”Lisa drops down on the floor in front of me, crossing her legs. “Mmm-hmm. You sure? Because Lance called me earlier, and guess what he said.”I sigh, the in-house gossip is as strong as ever. “What?”“He said Phillip mentioned seeing you at the club Sunday night,” she says. “Was he? Phillip wasn’t there when I was there.”I keep my face neutral. “Yeah, I s
(Cass)This break has been perfect so far. We’re sitting outside, the warm Cancun breeze brushing against my skin as the sun dips below the horizon. Gabriel’s next to me, all smiles and charm. I’m really so lucky. We’re waiting for Maria as Ana and Eva are flying home tomorrow. We decided to have a family dinner here at the resort Gabriel and I are staying at.Ana and Eva talk in broken English about their flights tomorrow. Mia is cracking jokes, her energy contagious as the good vibes keep rolling.Ana raises her glass, giving a mock-serious look. “Here’s to leaving behind the glorious American Dream.”“Ah, don’t pretend like you’re not going to miss the hamburgers and pizza,” I joke, lifting my own glass. Because she’s joking right?“Please,” Eva snorts. “Bad food isn’t enough to keep me in the land of the privileged who constantly complain about everything.”They all laugh, and for a moment I feel like I’m different to them.Well, I am. But it’s never been an issue. I brush it of
(Winona)“Mommy, can you help with my doll’s house after dinner?” Abby asks, her voice innocent and sweet. I smile at her, nodding.“Of course, Sweetie.”Jayden catches my eye across the table, and I can see the flicker of something in his gaze. I know him well enough to know that this conversation about Phillip will happen and it probably won’t be easy.After dinner, I help Abby and tuck her into bed, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. I do the rounds and chat with Bobby and Sarah before saying goodnight. I check back in on Abby. She’s dozed off.I take a minute to be thankful for her health lately. Her heart checkups have all been great.I head back to the living room where Jayden’s waiting. He’s sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, his face set in that tight, unreadable expression he uses when he’s pissed but trying not to show it.I sit down next to him, but there’s a gulf between us. It feels like miles.“So,” he says, breaking the silence. His voice is calm, too calm. “P
(Winona)My body is heavy with the satisfying ache of last night. I stretch, feeling the soreness in my muscles, a reminder of how intense it all was.Jayden is lying next to me, his arm draped lazily over my waist, his breathing deep and even. He looks so peaceful, so content, like everything in the world is exactly as it should be.And for a moment, I let myself believe that it is.Last night was... different. It wasn’t like before, when we were still figuring things out, still cautious. This time, there was no hesitation. Jayden was sure of himself, of me, of us.He didn’t second-guess, didn’t hold back.He took what he wanted, and so did I. I responded to him like I hadn’t in years.It was raw, desperate, and exactly what I needed. There was also a vulnerability in him I could feel. Like he wasn’t sure he’d keep me. That I might find someone else to love. I think a little fear like that is healthy.But what I’d done was let that healthy fear turn into something that festered. The
(Cass)Gabriel’s outside on the balcony, pacing back and forth on another phone call, probably arguing with someone about business. He’s been on edge ever since dinner last night, and I’m starting to feel the strain.There a knock on the suite door. Maybe Gabriel ordered room service. I open it to see Gus standing there.“Gus,” I say, surprised to see him. “What’s up?”“I’m heading back to the U.S. soon,” he says. “I have some urgent business to take care of. Just wanted to check in on you before I left.”I raise an eyebrow. Why’s he suddenly acting all protective? This smells of Winona sending him to check up on me. Honestly, they think I’m ten years old.“I’m fine,” I say, forcing a smile. “Gabriel and I are heading back on Friday. I’ll be there for Winona’s hen’s night.”Gus nods. “Alright,” he says slowly. “But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”“I know Winona sent you, so you can tell her I’m just fine.”“Take this anyway.” He hands me a small card with his number
(Winona)The music is loud, vibrating through the walls of the club as Lisa pulls me by the hand, laughing like we’re back in college. She’s always been the life of the party, and tonight is no different.I’m trying to get into the swing of things, but my mind keeps wandering back to Cass. She isn’t here but she should be.The text she sent earlier still feels a little off. I mean, Cass loves hiking, sure, but why now? Especially with my wedding just two days away. I shake my head, pushing the worry aside.I’m overthinking it. Again.Cass wants her freedom. I have to give it to her.“Babe, stop frowning like you’re solving world hunger. It’s your hen’s night!” Lisa shouts over the music, handing me another cocktail. “You’re supposed to be having the time of your life.”I take the drink, forcing a smile. “You’re right. I’m here to have fun.”“That’s my girl!” Lisa beams, raising her glass. “To getting you married off… finally!”We clink glasses, and I take a long sip, letting the alcoh
(Winona)“You and me, no strings attached. Just fun. You’ve got a hall pass, right? No one would be better at showing you what you’re missing.”I laugh, shaking my head, though the alcohol is making everything seem lighter, less serious than it should be. “You’re insane.”“Think about it,” Lance presses, his voice smooth, persuasive. “I’m not talking about love. This isn’t about some emotional thing.”He’s joking right?“You deserve someone who can take you places you haven’t been yet. Someone you already know you trust.”“Lance…” I start, trying to form a response that will shut him down without making things awkward.“Come on, Winona. You’re curious, I can see it in your eyes. You and I both know we’re not made for a relationship, but I can give you a damn good time.”I’m about to brush him off again, but something in the way he says it makes me pause. The words are sliding into my brain, coaxing thoughts I probably shouldn’t be having.Lance is, well, Lance—sexy, confident, and mor
Readers, I’ve been back through all your comments and it really touches me that so many of you cared about these characters. I want to send a very special shout out to mitzi.goodson and Theresa for your active love of the story all the way and for commenting regularly. I love you guys and I love all the readers #hearteyes# Also I have discovered a mistake in the upload of Chapter 553. Only half the chapter seems to have been uploaded and I have now fixed that. I know you’re asking about if you’ll see these characters again…right now, I’m letting them rest but I hope to update you on them in the future. Right now I’m focusing on my new stories which I know you’ll also love.In the next one, After waking from a 5 month coma, Ava Lancaster watches her beloved daughter die. Ex-husband Zach Lorne, allowed the mother of his first child, cunning Sienna Sinclair to use little Lila as a medical pawn. Consumed by grief, Ava sets their mansion ablaze—clutching Lila’s body while Zach pleads outs
(Winona)Lisa sits on the couch between me and Jayden, her fingers curled around the USB stick.“You don’t have to,” I remind her gently.“I know,” she replies. “But I want to. I can’t move forward if I don’t hear him out.” She hands the drive to Jayden.Jayden leans forward and plugs the drive in. The screen flickers.And then there he is.Lance. Black eye blooming from Jayden’s attack over hall pass week, bruised knuckles, the same crooked grin he always wore.“Lisa,” he says, “I’m so sorry. I wish this could have been different.”I glance at her. She flinches but doesn’t look away.He shakes his head. “No big poetic intro. No music. No tragic montage. Just me.”His smile cracks slightly.“First, I want to say this isn’t your fault. You didn’t fail me. You didn’t love me wrong. In fact, you’re probably the only person who ever loved me right.”Lisa’s breath hitches beside me.“I wasn’t built for longevity, Lisa. You knew that. Hell, I practically had an exit sign blinking over my he
(Winona)Viktor stands with his hands by his side while Jayden finishes up his announcement.I watch on, proud of them both. Not only staunch in business but as friends.“I’ll still be involved on a higher level, but day-to-day, Viktor’s your guy,” Jayden says, firm and confident. “Effective immediately, he’s the new CEO of Nexus Global.”There’s a brief pause before the quiet, respectful claps ripple through the room.Viktor just nods. “Thank you,” he says. No long speech. No dramatic reaction. Just two words. Classic Viktor.Jayden glances my way and walks over.“Proud of him,” I say quietly. “And of you.”“He’s ready,” Jayden replies. “Hell, he’s been ready for a while now. He taught me almost everything I know about Nexus Global.”Viktor lingers by the window, posture steady. Astrid steps up beside him, saying something low. He replies with a brief nod and the smallest of smirks.Jayden leans into me and murmurs, “did you see that?”I arch an eyebrow. “The nod or the smirk?”“Both
(Winona)I see the moment his eyes catch mine in the window behind Astrid. He blinks like he’s seeing a ghost. Too late. I’m already across the restaurant floor, my heels pounding each step out in deliberate warning, the sound sharp against the quiet hum of late-night conversations. Heads turn. I don’t care.His face shifts from confusion to panic as I advance—his mouth parting slightly, eyes darting to Astrid like he’s trying to figure out if he’s imagining this. He’s not. I’m here. I saw everything.I saw the kiss. I saw the closeness after. The lingering smiles, the laughter, and the way Astrid’s hand stayed on his like they were sharing secrets. Like she belongs to him. You don’t need sound to understand body language.That kiss wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a friendly peck on the cheek. It was enough for me to wonder if they’ve been playing me for a fool for weeks. Maybe months.Jayden stands just as I reach the table, knocking his chair back in a clumsy scrape. Astrid rema
(Jayden)Astrid raises her glass, the candlelight catching the rim. “To surviving another quarter without firing anyone major.”“To the rest of us surviving the grueling schedule of the Ice Queen herself.”“You did okay.”“Just okay?”“Better than okay. You have quite the work drive, Jayden. Gus was right to leave Nexus in your hands.”“Not one of you thought that at first. You all hated me. Especially Hugo. I think he still might, actually.”“Oh, you are not so bad, after all.”We clink glasses. The wine’s sharp, dry—like her. The restaurant is dim, ambient, tucked just off the canal. Astrid insisted it was the best late-night spot in Brussels. So far, I can’t argue.The food was incredible, the service seamless, and the company? Easy. A little too easy.This dinner has gone longer than I expected. I expected an answer from Winona to my text. But it hasn’t come. The conversation just flowed so effortlessly tonight.No drama. No awkward silences. No carefully chosen words. Astrid, wh
(Winona)It’s nearly 1 a.m. when I step off the jet into the crisp Brussels air. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten properly. My thoughts have been chewing on each other for nine hours straight.I hear my phone notification, but I see Cass and I’m so damn happy. She’s about to launch the rest of her life and I’m excited for her.“It’s so good to see you.” I say as I run towards her and give her a hug.“You look like hell,” she says as she grins and hugs me back.“Oh, thanks for the compliment. You look like death yourself.”“Just finished a12 hour shift, what’s your excuse?”We walk out to the private parking area. Having a private jet is so convenient.“I can only blame stress and paranoia,” I tell her as we put my case in the back seat and get into her car.“Paranoia?”“Yes, about where Jayden and I stand in out marriage lately. I’m not sure I’m what makes him happy. All we do is fight, it seems.”“Okay… ah, so me telling him you’d have been better off never meeting him probably didn’
(Jayden)It’s nearly ten. The office is quiet, except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights above the boardroom. Astrid and I have been going through projections for Q3. Numbers, strategies, deadlines. All things that used to matter more than they do right now. My family call is bothering me. It’s not that Winona had a sudden business trip, that’s expected, it’s just the way we interact lately. Going through the motions. Not speaking up on how we feel in case it triggers an argument. I’m as much to blame.“You missed an adjustment here,” she says, tapping the edge of my laptop.“I didn’t miss it,” I say, not looking up. “I just didn’t apply it yet.”She raises an eyebrow. She knows I’m distracted. I’ve worked with her long enough to recognize the look that says I’m full of shit.“You want my input or just someone to nod along while you pretend to work?” she asks.I lean back in my chair. “You always cut right through it, don’t you?”“Of course.”She’s right. She doesn’t have patie
(Winona)The family call starts like any other.Except this time, I’ve told the kids I’ll be away and lied about where I’m going.Now I have to convince Jayden it’s an unexpected business trip.Bobby’s got a stack of papers next to him, pretending he’s not glancing at them while he listens to Jayden. He’s been working on some design options for the school vegetable garden.He’s become quietly obsessed with getting it right.Sarah is asking about when she can next visit the Nexus office again. Abby’s wearing one of Henry’s bibs and announcing herself as the ‘baby boss’ while trying to feed Henry a cracker he doesn’t want.Henry is slamming his hands on the table, shrieking with defiance, and Kit is doing her best to keep the screen steady while holding him.Chaos. Beautiful, familiar chaos. Welcome to the Brennan zoo.Jayden is calm, smiling, fully engaged. He’s asking Bobby about his team at school, praising his leadership skills. He tells Sarah he misses her drawings and promises to
(Winona)Phillip is at his desk when I walk in, finishing up a call. He looks up and gives me a half smile, casual but watchful.I cross the room but remain standing. “I won’t keep you long. I just… I wanted to let you know I’m stepping down in an active capacity from Vault. Effective immediately.”Phillip’s face shifts from polite curiosity to astonishment. “Wait—stepping down how?”I nod. “I’ll remain the owner. But I’m not going to be overseeing day-to-day management or strategic decisions anymore. I’m handing all of that to you. If you want it. CEO, President, call it what you will—I’m out.”He studies me carefully. “That’s… a big move, Winona. You’ve always been a control fre… ahh, hands-on.”I give him a quick grin. “Nice save.”“I’m talented, what can I say? But you being hands-off, I’m not sure that’s even possible.”“I’ve realized I can’t keep devoting so much energy to business. My family needs me. My kids need me.”“Is this what Jayden asked you to do?” “No. He’s been exc