(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
(Jayden)I stand at the door the next morning as Anne steps in with the kids, managing the chaos with her usual calm authority. Abby clings to her arm, eyes darting nervously around the suite. “You remember this place, don’t you, sweetheart?” Anne asks gently. Abby nods but doesn’t let go. “It’s where the doctors made my heart better,” she whispers, glancing at me for reassurance. “It is,” I say, crouching to her level. “But this time, we’re here for Mom. She’s going to need all of us to help her get better. You up for the job?” Abby hesitates, then nods firmly. “Yes!” Then she opens her eyes wide. “Am I supposed to be really quiet?”“No darling. You can just be yourself. But we’ll try for no arguing and shouting with your brothers and sister, okay?”“Okay. Can I go see Mom now?”“Mom is having special medicine to keep her asleep for now, but I think she can still hear us. Go tell her about your day and we’ll join you soon. Keep her company for me. You know how she loves all your
(Jayden)The door opens, and Lisa steps in, carrying a fresh change of clothes and some toiletries I had her swing by the penthouse and grab.“Jayden,” she says quietly, setting the bag down near the chair. “You look like shit.”I don’t even glance at her. “Thanks for the compliment.”She pulls up a chair beside me. “I mean it. You’re running on fumes. Go shower, get something to eat, and grab a couple of hours of sleep. I’ll stay with Winona. You need to be human when the kids get here tomorrow morning.”“I’m fine,” I lie, tightening my grip on Winona’s hand. “I don’t want to leave her.” I mean I can actually smell myself at this point.“Jayden.” Lisa’s voice takes on that tone she uses when she’s not going to back down. “I’m serious. You’re no good to anyone in this state. Winona will kick your ass if she sees you like this—smelling like death warmed over and looking worse.”She’s so right. I really need to get my shit together and show Winona I can lead our family when needed. Not
(Cass) I pace the estate office, Viktor’s phone pressed tightly to my ear. Viktor leans against the desk, his arms crossed, the picture of calm professionalism. Good. I want to ignore the way he held me earlier, like I actually mattered to him.He’s trained to say the right things to defuse situations. That’s all it was.Jayden picks up, his voice tense but steady. “Cass. She’s okay. I mean, she’s in an induced coma for a few days but she’s okay.” “Thank God!” I say, my voice cracking. I can’t stop the tremble in my hands. “Are you with her still?” “Yes,” he says, and I let out a shaky breath. “The head wound is under control, the coma is to wait for the swelling and her blood pressure to go down. But she is going to get through this.”“What about the baby?” “No,” he cuts me off sharply. “Just positive talk. She’s strong. They both are.” His voice softens, and I realize how much he’s struggling to hold it together. It’s so unlike him to sound vulnerable. “I’m coming home…”“Wai
(Jayden)Winona lies motionless in the Brennan Wing’s family suite medical bedroom, surrounded by machines that hum and beep softly in the background. This room was designed to keep families together during the most terrifying moments of their lives.This wing is my initiative, but I never thought I’d need it personally so much. I’m bending the guidelines a little having Winona here now but I know her best chance is having the ones she loves the most around her.Right now, I’d give anything for a sign—any sign—that she’ll wake up. I don’t have that yet but what I am going to do is create a positive environment around Winona. I called Barnaby and he reminded me of many coping mechanisms I’d learned from his sessions.I’m going to only speak of the future and what’s happening now. I’m not mentioning the past. Winona deserves to hear and believe the wonderful future ahead of us. No matter what has happened or what may happen.Dr. Harris and Dr. Reeves stand at the foot of the bed, revie
(Jayden)I burst through the front door, taking the stairs two at a time to the second floor. I pray I’m in time. I stop at the bottom of the attic stairs.Then I see her.Winona lies crumpled halfway down the attic stairs, her body twisted awkwardly. Her head jammed up against the wall, her hand rests on a spindle. Blood pools beneath her head on the stair, dark and horrifying, and for a second, I’m frozen.My mind blanks out, every thought swept away by raw panic.But then I snap back. She needs me. She needs me to be fully present, not panicking.I force myself forward, the first aid kit from the car clutched in my shaking hands. Every instinct screams at me to scoop her up, to hold her, but I stop myself. If she’s hurt her neck or spine… I could make it worse. My knees hit the stair below her, and I reach for her wrist with trembling fingers.A faint pulse. Relief crashes over me so hard I almost collapse, but it’s short-lived. She’s alive, but for how long?I tear open the first
(Cass)“Winona!” I scream into the phone again, but there’s only silence. The screen is dark, it’s silent. She isn’t answering. “Goddammit, Winona!” I shout, “answer me! Be okay. Answer me…”I don’t want to end the call, she could be… But I have to. I need to call Jayden.My breath is ragged gasps as I stumble to the kitchen counter, gripping the edge for support. My shaking fingers scroll to Jayden’s number. “Pick up, pick up!” My voice cracks as I pace in a tight circle, clutching the phone to my ear. It rings, and then—voicemail. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream, slamming the phone onto the counter so hard it bounces off and hits the floor. Fuck! It’s totaled now.My chest tightens, panic squeezing my throat. How can I call him, how can I contact Jayden? I grab my jacket and bolt out the door, running as fast as my legs will carry me to the estate. Viktor. He has a another number, one that always gets answered.My lungs are bursting as I run full tilt for the estate, but
(Winona)Cass’s face fills my phone screen, her hair messy and there are definite dark circles under her eyes.“God, you look wrecked,” I tease gently as I check out the kitchen of the home I’m about to close on. Anne has the kids for the afternoon, so I’m going to show-off this place to Cass. Cass groans. “Tell me about it. I just got done with prep for the estate’s first formal dinner since Jayden left. I’m in charge of a canape, Winona. A canape!” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s a really big deal. You should be proud of yourself.” “Oh I am. I’m so excited. These chefs are relentless but I’m learning so much. I love it here, even if Viktor’s constant hovering is killing my vibe a little.” “Hovering?” I ask, confused. “He’s not here physically—he’s too busy running Nexus Global—but the calls, the emails, the random texts asking if I’ve checked the locks or need anything… it’s constant. Can you tell Jayden to call him off please?” I lean forward, frowning. “Cass, I don’t think Jayde
(Jayden)Mother’s polished mahogany coffin sits at the front, surrounded by white lilies and roses, a stark contrast to the tumultuous life she lived and the wreckages she caused. It’s just Gus and me. No friends, no extended family. Just the two of us and that was what she wanted. Of course she did, just us two solely focused on her. Gus sits beside me in shackles, the officers are keeping their distance for now and covering all exits. He’s leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his face drawn and pale. He looks like a man carrying the world’s regrets on his shoulders. He should be.I stand up and go forward to place a single rose on top of the coffin. This is it, she’s really gone. My emotions are tangled—anger, relief, guilt, and some small, stubborn ache that won’t let go. I feel free, and that in itself feels wrong. I go sit next to Gus again.But she made my adult life Hell and Winona is right, a big part of me won’t miss any part of that. I will miss most what I didn
(Winona)The house is more charming than I expected—stonework covered in ivy, a wraparound porch, and large windows that bathe the interior in natural light.It feels warm and lived-in, unlike the two more modern places we’ve seen. The kids are darting through the unkempt yard, Bobby and Sarah racing each other toward a large and fairly new shed, while Abby lags behind, looking at a large pond.“Not too close to the edge, sweetie.” I call out and she smiles and nods back at me.Henry clings to my leg, his little legs unsteady on the uneven ground. I scoop him up and put him in his pusher Jayden has unfolded.Jayden wanders a few steps away, hands on his hips, surveying the property with a critical eye. “The house is more move-in ready than the others,” he admits. “But it needs a lot of work.”“I agree. But it just has a good feeling,” I say. “And the pond’s a bonus, but it’ll need fencing off somehow. Henry’s too curious for his own good.”Jayden nods, but I can tell his mind is elsew