(Jayden)I stand at the altar, my hands clenched into tight fists, trying to keep my cool as time ticks by. She’s late. But Lisa said that Winona said she needed some time alone.No big deal.I shift on my feet, adjusting my tie for the hundredth time as I glance at the door and back at Lisa.It’s been almost thirty minutes.Still no sign of her.I force myself to breathe slowly. She’ll be here. We’ve been through hell and back to get to this day, and I know Winona. She loves me. There’s no doubt in my mind about that.So, I wait, forcing the nervous energy coursing through my veins to settle down.But as each second passes, the tension in the room thickens. People are whispering now, shifting in their seats. Anne gives me a reassuring smile from the other side, and I nod, trying to stay calm.But where the hell is she?“Bro…this isn’t looking good,” Lance whispers.“Shut up. She’ll be here. Unless you know something I don’t?”He holds up his hands in protest and steps back. “No, I do
(Jayden)I don’t want to believe that, but I can’t rule it out either. But running away?No, she would come and tell me. “I’ll go talk to everyone and get the kids home with Anne. We’ll postpone. Right now, I need to find her and talk to her.”I find Abby sitting with Sarah and Bobby at the table we’re supposed to sign our marriage license on. She looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes, completely unaware of the chaos swirling around her.“Where’s Mommy?”“Hey, sweetheart,” I say, crouching down next to her. “Can I talk to you for a second? To all three of you.”She nods, setting her crayons down. “What is it, Daddy?”I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “Mommy isn’t here. We can’t get married today, okay?”“But where is she?” Abby says, her eyes shining.“I think Mommy needed a little holiday, but she’ll be back and we’ll get married then.”Bobby and Sarah don’t say anything. “You know she loves you two, don’t you?”Sarah nods. “She told me before we came down.
(Winona)The helicopter blades beat above me as I jump out of the chopper. My heart pounds in sync with the relentless thrum. Gus is standing there, waiting for me, his face stone cold.The same damn unreadable expression he always wears.My mind is a mess. I keep thinking about Jayden. I’ve walked out on him on our wedding day. But this? Gus has a lot to answer for and I don’t care what he says. He will help me get Cass out and then he can go back to wherever he came from and leave us alone.“Gus,” I start, stepping up to him, my voice sharp, cutting through the noise of the blades. “You knew this was about Jayden from the start, didn’t you?”He doesn’t even flinch. “No. But now I know they are after Jayden to get to me.”“Goddamn it.” I throw my hands up. “So, Cass was taken just to get to me, and I was supposed to lure Jayden right into a trap, is that it? This whole thing is because of you and whatever it is you’re involved in!”His eyes flicker with darkness, but he doesn’t say
(Jayden)The hospital lights are harsh, sterile, and the hum of machines fills the air. It’s become background noise to me at this point. I sit in the chair next to Henry’s isolation room, staring at him through the glass.His tiny body is hooked up to so many tubes and wires that it makes my heart ache just to look at him. I wish I could touch him. Feel his tiny hand grip my finger.The nurse said they’ve identified the virus, started him on antivirals. But it was still touch and go, and Henry is still in isolation.All I can do is sit here and wait, feeling completely useless about everything. Winona included.“Jayden?” The doctor’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up, trying to focus.“Doctor, I didn’t expect to see you here so late.”“I’m afraid Henry isn’t the only infant with this virus now. It’s been a very long day.”“Mine too. Do you know where the virus came from?”“Not exactly, that’s why isolation still stands. But we’ll track it down eventually.”“How is he re
(Winona)I pull the GPS tracker out of my bag, the tiny device feeling foreign in my palm. I tie it into my hair, tucking it into the tight bun I’ve secured high on my head.My fingers tremble as I make sure it’s hidden.I have a lifeline, but that doesn’t make me feel any less on edge.I don’t know how long Jayden will take to get here, but I’m using every minute to get prepared. My mind keeps circling back to everything that’s happened. I left him.He stood at the altar, humiliated in front of everyone—our family, our friends. The children. Our children.I push the guilt down as best as I can, but it sits heavy on my chest like a weight I can’t shake. I made that choice, and I had no other. I had to leave. For Cass.Gus drove us to this nearby camp—an odd place, not quite a hotel, but functional enough. There’s a kitchen, a bathroom, and some food. I’ve showered and put on layers of warm clothes, thinking ahead for when I find Cass.She might need them more than me.I slip a small n
(Winona)“Good question,” I say. “Let’s ask Gus.”I motion for Gus to come in, and he steps into the room, the tension between him and Jayden feels like it could explode at any moment.“Jayden raised a good point. How will you know when I’m with Cass?” I ask him.“There’s a button to press on the GPS,” Gus explains. “It’ll send us an alarm. Then we’ll know you are with her, and we can proceed getting you two out of there. If I can get a chopper in Mexico to get you both, I will.”“What if you can’t?”“We’ll get you to a more public place by road.”“That’s it?” Jayden says, glaring at Gus. “What if that doesn’t work? What if Cass is injured and can’t move?”“We’ll have people on the ground following, remember we will be tracking you. All you need to do is press that button once you are with Cass and you can both move together safely.” Gus replies calmly.“How do I know who to trust?” I ask, my heart racing.“They’ll show you a symbol,” Gus says, pulling out his phone to show me an imag
(Winona)Can’t take a commercial flight. I’m carrying the ransom. I’ll get to Cancun by private jet tomorrow morning.The phone buzzes, and my stomach lurches. A call from Cass’s phone.I press accept and put the phone to my ear.“You said tomorrow? We said tonight,” the voice on the other end is cold.“Yes,” I say, my voice steady. “I’m carrying a significant amount of cash and jewelry. I can’t go through commercial airport security with that. Private jet is the only option.”There’s a pause, then, “you’re not in a position to make demands.”“I’m not making demands,” I reply, my voice firm. “I’m telling you what’s possible. The earliest I can get there is tomorrow morning. I’ll bring the ransom. You bring Cass.”Another pause, and I can hear the tension in the silence. My heart races, and I force myself to breathe steadily. I can’t show any fear. Not now.“Fine,” the voice says. “But don’t think you can play games with us. If you try anything, if we suspect something, your sister’s d
(Jayden)I’m standing behind Gus, watching the GPS signal flicker on his laptop screen. My stomach’s in knots as I see the tiny dot moving further inland, away from the border. Not toward safety.Not toward any escape route Gus has promised.“They’re moving in the wrong direction,” I say, my voice tight with panic and frustration. “What the hell is going on? You said you had this under control.”Gus doesn’t flinch, keeping his eyes locked on the screen, his fingers tapping something into the keyboard. He’s pulling up more maps, more satellite imagery.His face is set like stone as he calculates something. “I’ll handle it.”I can’t just stand here and trust that everything will be fine. Not with Winona and Cass in that van, being driven who the hell knows where. My gut catapults, every nerve in my body screaming for me to do something—anything—but I don’t even know where to start.I stare at him, my fists clenched. “You better do something, fast. Winona is out there risking her life—
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