(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—
(Jayden)“So, all of this... Winona, Cass, even me—this is all part of their plan to get to you?”“Yes,” Gus says quietly. “They’re using you to get to me because they know you’re my heir. They think if they can take you, I’ll do whatever they want to keep you alive. They are right.”“And you let it get this far,” I snap, anger boiling up inside me. “You let them put my family in danger because of your goddamn secrets.”Gus doesn’t flinch. “I’ve been trying to contain it. To keep them away from you. But now... things are moving faster than I anticipated. They’re getting desperate, and that’s why they took Cass.”I stare at him, my mind racing. “What about Greg? Was he involved in any of this?”Gus hesitates, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to answer. But then he nods. “Greg knew about some of it. Not everything, but enough. Let’s just say, he was never savvy enough to do what I do.”Gus taps into this message screen again before he continues.“He knocked up Maria on his very
(Winona)The van’s interior feels like a cage. Cold metal presses against my back as I cling to Cass, who’s trembling next to me, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Across from us, the man with the gun stares at us, silent and still.Like a predator waiting to pounce.I scan the guy, desperate to find any sign of the symbol Gus mentioned, something that would give me hope that he’s on our side. But there’s nothing. No mark, no subtle hint of trustworthiness—just a cold, empty stare.The air between us is heavy with fear and unspoken threats.Cass grips my arm tighter, her knuckles white. I can feel the tension in her, the fear radiating off her in waves. I need to do something, say something, to keep her from falling apart completely.“Where are we going?” I ask, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.The man shifts, his eyes narrowing. “Shut up,” he snaps, his voice low and dangerous.I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay calm. This guy’s not going to tell us anything
(Winona)The voices outside get louder, someone’s prying the van door open. I glance at Cass; she’s barely conscious, leaning against the van wall. Her head is still bleeding through the makeshift bandage I wrapped around her forehead.Sweat beads down her face, and her breathing is shallow.She needs some proper medical attention.I can’t tell if the people outside are friends or foe. Gus told me to look for the symbol, but there’s been nothing so far. Nothing on the guy in here with us, and nothing indicating these voices belong to the Nexus Global team Gus mentioned.Who are they? Cartel? Or Gus’s team?I clutch the large semi-automatic rifle tighter in my hand. If it’s Nexus Global, we’re safe. But if it’s not…I hold the butt of the gun against my shoulder in readiness for the wrong side opening that door.“Hang on, Cass,” I whisper, brushing some of her damp hair out of her face. Her eyes flicker open for a moment. “Stay with me.”She nods.The sound of metal groaning as the doo
(Winona)The airstrip is abandoned—too quiet, too still. It feels like Gus would have a lot more reassurance for me if these two were working with him. But then they probably are just doing what they’ve always done.I edge up to the door they went into, and I work the handle ever so slowly. Can I get it open enough to hear them? Please don’t squeak or creak. Finally, it’s open enough for their voices to float out.I strain to make sense of the words. But I can’t. I hear footsteps getting louder though and I quickly close the door and let the handle go. “They’re coming back.” I tell Cass. I see sweat on her forehead again.I go to her and brace her. “You okay?”“Coming out of this drug isn’t going to be pretty.’“You got this, Cass. Just remember. Stay close to me. We cannot get separated.”Then Tom reappears, “Come in. There’s a small kitchen through the doorway ahead.”“You go, we’ll follow.” I tell him. I don’t want him behind us.He leads the way. “You’ll find ration packs, water a
(Jayden)I’m pacing the length of the room, my eyes flicking to Gus’s laptop every few seconds. The signal from Winona’s GPS tracker hasn’t moved in thirty minutes. My stomach churns with anxiety.Every second that ticks by feels like an eternity. “Are they just standing still?”“No, we’ve lost satellite transmission.”I had high hopes when I could see the van on the road but that froze soon after.Gus sits at the desk, calm and focused as he types away. He’s too calm. How can he be so calm?“They should have made contact by now,” I say, unable to keep the frustration out of my voice.“The van crashed. It went off road before it got to the interception point. They’ve just tracked it down.” Gus replies, not looking up from the screen.“Crashed?” I snap. “Are they okay?”Gus finally looks up, his expression neutral. “They aren’t there. A dead guy in the back. The driver and passenger both died too.”“Fuck! Where are Winona and Cass?”“We assume they are alive.”“Assume?” Winona is out
(Winona)We’re finally back. The penthouse feels strange after everything we’ve been through. It’s a little surreal. Cass is in the hospital for observation. I know she’ll have some struggles after being captive and drugged.I’m sure it will take time to deal with it all. But we’re home and she is getting the best care, and that’s all that matters right now.I walk over to the windows, looking out over the city. It’s getting dark, and the lights below are starting to flicker on. For the first time in days, I can actually breathe and relax.“Henry’s looking good. That virus is all but cleared up,” Jayden says, stepping up behind me.He wraps his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Doctor says he’s feeding well, breathing on his own, and all the tests came back perfect.”“Really?” I lean into him, feeling some of the weight lift off my chest. “That’s… that’s amazing. I wasn’t sure we’d ever get to this point.”“I know.” Jayden kisses the side of my head. “But we’re h
(Lisa)I can’t breathe.Meeting this CEO is going to be the death of me. I’ve been throwing up from nerves all morning.I adjust my blazer, trying to act like I’m not about to pass out, and glance over at Winona, who’s giving me the look—the one that says she’s about two seconds away from laughing at me.I’ve never worn a damn blazer in my life. Give me a mini-dress any day.“You know, I didn’t sign up for this level of stress. I thought we were just going to grab lunch with some rich guy, not audition for a role in The Apprentice,” I mutter under my breath, trying to hide the shaky hands clutching my bag.Winona raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not The Apprentice. Just act like you know what you’re doing. And for God’s sake, don’t spill a drink on the guy.”“Drink, do you think he’ll offer some bubbles?” I deadpan.“It’s 9am, I think not, I meant coffee.”“Damn.”“You’ll survive.”“Barely. I’m not cut out for this crap.”“You know it. I’ll always b
(Winona)The soft cry of a baby envelopes me. At first, it’s faint, like it’s coming from another room. Then it grows louder, more insistent. I’m fumbling, trying to pinpoint the direction, but I can’t find it. My hands press against empty air, the cries getting louder. I’m coming, baby. I’m coming. I wake with a gasp, my chest so tight I can’t draw a breath back in. My hands grip the sheets. It’s like I’ve been running. But I’m in bed. My bed.I look over and see Jayden isn’t beside me. But bright sun is coming through the window. I must have slept late.The room is still. I finally suck a breath into my lungs. No baby crying. No baby to find. No baby.The realization twists. I sit up, forcing myself to breathe slowly, deliberately. “It’s just a dream,” I whisper, running a hand through my hair. “Just a stupid dream.” ***After dressing in a loose shirt and jeans, I decide to head downstairs. The scent of coffee and toast wafts up, warm and inviting. I can hear the kids’ chat
(Cass)I stride through the penthouse, my stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose.I know I look good—stunning, actually. This dress hugs every curve just right, and the deep emerald green makes my eyes pop.Tonight is about reminding myself that I have a feminine side and I’m not afraid to use it. Gabriel may have been part of my past, but I’m going to show him just how irresistible the present me is. But as I head towards the elevator, Viktor steps out, his tall frame filling the space and his expression hard as stone. He crosses his arms and plants himself directly in front of the doors. “Ready for your date then??” he asks, his voice low, almost a growl. “You know I am,” I reply, refusing to let him intimidate me. “Unless you plan to stand there all night.” His eyes rake over me, lingering just a second too long on the neckline of my dress before snapping back to my face. “You’re really going out with Gabriel.” It’s not a question. “Yes, I am.” I tilt my
(Jayden)I find her on her laptop. “How are you really feeling?” I ask, standing by the edge of the bed. She looks up, her eyes softening. “Tired, but okay. It’s good to be home. That makes me feel one thousand percent better. You’ve got that look.”“What look?” I ask, kicking off my shoes and stripping down to my boxers.“The one that says you’ve got something weighing on you,” she replies, her tone softer now.I sigh, running a hand through my hair and sit on the edge of the bed. “It’s Cass. She’s in danger, Winona. Real danger.”Winona shifts, her eyes narrowing with concern. “What kind of danger? How?”“Don Alejandro, he hasn’t been arrested. He’s gone underground and he’s still calling the shots,” I say, my voice low.“But Cass has nothing to do with him, or Mia anymore. Gus cleared her of anything drug-related. How can she be in danger?”“Cass went to her old apartment. To clear it up. Trying to make a clean slate, I think. While she was there, they turned up.”“Who?”“Mia fir
(Jayden)“Daddy’s home!” Abbey squeals, her feet thundering across the wooden floor towards me. I barely have time to drop my briefcase before she launches herself at me. I scoop her up, spinning her in a slow circle while she giggles wildly. “Hey, princess,” I say, kissing her cheek. “Did you miss me?” She nods, curls bouncing. “Missed you so much! Mommy’s upstairs. She said you were bringing Henry back, but you didn’t. Where is he?” “Henry’s asleep in the car,” I explain, setting her down. “I’ll grab him in a minute. I had to get my Abbey hug first.” Bobby appears in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame like he’s auditioning for a teen drama. “Dinner’s almost ready. Sarah and I are making sure everything’s perfect for Mom. We’re making up trays.” “That so?” I ruffle his hair, and he swats my hand away with a grin. “Good work, kid. You’re the man of the house when I’m not here, right?” “Obviously,” he says, puffing his chest out. “This place would fall apart without
(Mia)“You know what, Gabriel?” I say, my voice sharp. “Maybe you’re not as noble as you want everyone to believe. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re not trying to protect this family. You’re trying to control it.”He narrows his eyes. “What are you talking about?”“Don’t play dumb,” I snap. “You just want Brennan Industries for yourself. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? Turning Ana and Eva against me so they’ll sell to you.”“That’s ridiculous,” Gabriel retorts, his tone cold. “I’m protecting the company from you. You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted. Someone has to safeguard what Papá built.”“What Papa started,” I say, crossing my arms. “That company was built by Judy Brennan. Our father was an awful businessman. But he loved us, all of us. Don’t forget, Gabriel, we all share the same blood. The same father. We all deserve to benefit from the legacy, not just you.”Ana shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting between us. “Mía, it’s not about taking sides
(Mia)The townhouse is spotless. Every vase, every gold fixture, every inch of marble gleams under the crystal chandelier’s glow. I’ve made sure of it, not for me, but for them. My family is coming, and I know the judgment in their eyes will be as sharp as their words. They will think I don’t belong here. Such luxury and display of wealth is unbecoming. I should be more humble. Show more gratitude and grace.I don’t care. I do belong here. All I want is for mother to love and respect me as a woman. Not to always see me as her baby girl who needs constant mothering.I straighten the throw pillows for the third time, my nerves simmering beneath my skin. When the doorbell rings, I force my shoulders back and my face into a practiced smile. “Come in,” I say as I open the door. Mama steps in first, her dark eyes scanning the room like she’s searching for something to scold me about. Behind her, Ana and Eva follow, their expressions less obvious but no less guarded. Gabriel brings up
(Winona)“Winona,” he says, walking over to kiss my temple. “Welcome home. It feels so good here, right?”“You feel it too?” That makes me happy. Knowing Jayden feels the same vibe the kids and I do in this place.“You chose perfectly. I’m heading out for a meeting with Gus and Viktor. Figured I’d take Henry with me. He can nap in the car. If that’s okay with you? Is Henry being with Gus okay?” I nod. “Gus visited me, and we sorted some stuff. It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you.”He kisses my lips and whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait to snuggle with you tonight. I have missed you so, so much after dinner time.” He nuzzles my ear.I smile as Henry tries to grab my hair.“Hey, you two, get a room!” Lisa teases.“Oh, we will.” He steps away and Henry reaches for me and I hold his little hand in mine. I’ve missed him so much.“Anyway, I better bounce. Get this Global Nexus stuff done,” Jayden says.“Henry can stay here if it’s easier.”“No need. He’s my right-hand man these days. H
(Winona)The moment I step into the farmhouse, the scent of lavender and woodland spice welcomes me like an old friend. I know it’s one of Klara’s aromatherapy concoctions that I love.Lisa has given me a ride home to save Jayden the trip into the city as he’s here with the kids.The kids are buzzing around like a small tornado, their excitement obvious. It’s a stark contrast to the opulence of Brussels high-end estate or Jayden’s Penthouse here. This place is different. It’s ours. Once I have the renovations done, it will still be luxurious, of course—heated floors, state-of-the-art kitchen, and furnishings you’d see in a design magazine—but not excessive.It’s cozy, warm, and every inch of it feels lived-in. It’s like the cottage in a way. A family home but this place has something the cottage didn’t have. A history in its walls of previous families. It feels like home in a way nowhere else I’ve ever lived has.Even my townhouse, which was perfect for me at the time, pales in com