(Winona)I’m pacing the living room, trying to keep my anxiety in check as I wait for Jayden to call back. A text finally came through, it’s almost 8.30 am tomorrow over there and almost 11.30 pm here.Finally, my phone buzzes. Jayden’s name flashes on the screen, and relief floods me. I'm not sure if I’m more angry or relieved.“Jayden, where have you been?” I snap, not able to hide my frustration. “I’ve been calling you all night!”“Babe, I’m so sorry. Someone... someone took my phone while I was sleeping and put it in my den. I didn’t get home till 3am and I crashed.”“What?” I blink, confused. “Why would someone take your phone?”“I don’t know. Apparently, they thought I needed rest. Like I can’t manage my own damn sleep schedule,” he mutters, and I can hear the anger in his tone. “But I’ve got it now. I’m sorry I missed your calls. What’s going on?”I sigh, sinking onto the couch. “It’s about Henry.”I hear him inhale sharply on the other end, the tension creeping back into his v
(Jayden)Matteo’s text is straight to the point: Lunch. Best restaurant in Brussels. Be there at 1.There’s a location pinned. I glance at my Rolex.I message back: Don’t think I’m taking lunch breakHis answer is quick: Nonsense. You’re the boss, no?Well, damn it. He’s right. I am.When I step out of the town car, I’m greeted by cobblestones underfoot and an old-world elegance that hits different from the sleek, modern vibes back home.The restaurant is a hidden gem tucked away from the bustling streets, its charm oozing out from ivy-covered walls and grand arches.He’s already seated by the window, casually leaning back, a glass of red wine in one hand, his grin radiating confidence.“There he is!” Matteo calls out, raising his glass as if we’ve known each other for years. “Jayden! Amico mio, you made it! Hungry?”“I could eat,” I say, sitting down across from him.Matteo laughs. “Perfetto. We’re going local today. Belgian cuisine at its finest. You’ll leave here in love with stoof
(Winona)“Mommy, why does Henry need to see my doctor?” Abby asks, her small voice cutting through the quiet clinic. She swings her legs from the chair, completely relaxed.I shift Henry in my arms, his tiny body still not much bigger than some newborn’s, even though he’s five months old. “We’re just making sure he’s okay to fly, sweetheart. And Dr. Green will check on you, too. Remember? We have to make sure your heart’s doing okay.”Abby nods. “I like Dr. Green.”I smile, kissing her on the top of her head. She’s been through so much already—two heart surgeries and another one looming in a few months. I can’t help but worry about her flying across the ocean, even if Dr. Green has been positive.But Henry... Henry’s the one who keeps me up at night. Literally.The door clicks open, and Dr. Green walks in with his usual comforting smile. “Winona, Abby, good to see you both.”“Hi, Dr. Green,” Abby chirps, swinging her legs a little faster. “We’re gonna fly on a plane!”Dr. Green chuckl
(Jayden)I’m planted at the huge double doorway waiting to greet guests as they arrive. Viktor is right behind me. I’m really out of my depth here. I’m a fish out of water. Some sort of imposter.Hugo, of course, organized a surprise party at my new home. To welcome me as the successor at Nexus Global. No pressure.My tuxedo fits like a glove and I’m glad I at least feel up to par with my outfit.A tall man in full military regalia approaches first. His uniform is dark green, adorned with medals that gleam under the lights, and a ceremonial sword strapped at his side.“Colonel Andreas Lindberg,” he says with a curt nod, his Swedish accent sharp and precise. “Representing His Majesty’s armed forces.” He bows slightly.“Welcome, Colonel,” I manage, shaking his hand. His grip is firm, his eyes sharp.Behind him, a woman steps forward, regal in every sense of the word. Her gown is deep crimson, flowing with layers of silk.Her posture is impeccable, chin slightly raised. “Princess Elena o
(Winona)I sit on the couch, gently rocking Henry as I dial Jayden. The other kids are in the bathroom and then they’ll join us for the scheduled video call. He’s probably tied up with work, and the last thing I want to do is interrupt.Still, we agreed about these family calls.The screen flickers, and after a few rings, Jayden’s face fills the frame. He’s grinning.There’s a background buzz—voices, music. Sounds like he’s in the middle of something big.“Are you wearing a tux?”“I am, babe. Where’s the other kids?”“They’re just washing up. They’ll be here shortly.” I smile.“Great. How is my little man?”“Just fine.” I see the man I know is Hugo Deveraux hovering in the background wearing a frown.“I’ll put you on speaker. It’s hard to hear,” Jayden says.“I didn’t know you were busy,” I say quickly. “I can call back later if it’s a hassle.”“No way,” Jayden replies, waving off my concern. “You’re as much a part of this as I am. Stay on. I’m glad you called.” His voice is warm, rea
(Jayden)I slam the door to my office, the sound echoing louder than I intend. The meeting with Astrid is a complete disaster. She shoots down every suggestion I make, like I don’t know what I’m talking about.Hugo just stood there, a silent statue of neutrality. No backup, no support.I’m losing control of the very company I’m supposed to be running.“Jayden.”I glance up, and Viktor is standing there.“Not now, Viktor,” I snap, rubbing my temples. “I’m in no mood for advice.”“Too bad.” He steps forward, his gaze steady and unflinching. “Why are you letting Astrid and Hugo dictate to you?”I blink, caught off guard by the directness of his question. “What are you talking about?”“You have dignitaries from all over the world showing you respect, Jayden,” Viktor continues, his voice low but firm. “People who hold real power. And now, you’re letting Astrid and Hugo show you none. Why?”His words punch me. I want to argue, but nothing comes out. He’s right.“They’ve been here longer. Th
(Winona)The elevator doors slide open, and I step into the penthouse. The countdown to our departure is ticking away. Tonight, Lisa and Cass are here for dinner.“Mommy, Aunt Cass is coming, right?” Abby asks, her big eyes looking up at me as she jumps up and down.“Yeah, she’ll be here soon, sweetie. You know how much she loves spending time with you guys,” I say with a smile, brushing her hair out of her face. “Aunt Lisa too.”“Yay!”As if on cue, the elevator dings, and I know it’s Lisa and Cass.“Hey sis.” I say as she approaches. “How’s life?”“Life is amazing!” Cass exclaims, arms outstretched as she makes her way in, like she’s on top of the world. “Gabriel’s amazing, work is amazing, everything is amazing. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”I smile. “Great.”Cass immediately drops down onto the floor with the kids, pulling Sarah and Abby into a hug. Then she fist-bumps Bobby and they talk a foreign Minecraft language.“I’m going to miss you guys so much.”“Come see my cu
(Winona)The playroom is busy, full of kids running around and laughter filling the space. It’s a typical scene for this supervised visit, the noise and chaos swirling around.I sit on the bench, arms crossed, watching Abby and Judy interact. Judy gets two hours a week with her, and I always make sure to keep my distance. Today’s no different.“Mommy, look at the tower I built!” Abby rushes over, beaming, holding up a colorful stack of blocks, her face glowing with pride.“Wow, that’s amazing, honey,” I say with a smile, softening just for her. “Go show Grandma Judy. This is her time with you, sweetie.”“Okay, Mommy!”Abby runs back to her, her little legs carrying her eagerly. I settle deeper into my seat, crossing my arms again. The less I engage with Judy, the better. But today, I have to tell her we’re leaving for Europe soon.Just thinking about that makes me tense up. I’m dreading her reaction, her manipulations.Judy’s voice drifts over from where she’s sitting with Abby, but i
(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