(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’ve never been to a farm,” I admit.Viktor glances over, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s not the life you’re used to.”“No kidding,” I mutter, my eyes sweeping over the open land. “Did you grow up here on the farm?”He shakes his head, keeping his focus on the road ahead. “Not here. Hungary. Until I was ten.”“Okay, wow. Hungary.”“I’ve got a big family. Twelve of us kids, all up. I’m the eldest. My parents had their struggles but managed to stay together.”“Twelve kids?” I whistle. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed.”“Yeah,” Viktor says. “It wasn’t always easy, but my father worked hard. Lost the family farm when I was young, so we had to move to the city. Budapest. He hated it—was never the same after that. He always dreamed of getting back to the land.”I nod, understanding. “Sounds like he fought hard for your family.”“He and my mother both did,” Viktor agrees. “I left at sixteen to work and help with money. Joined the military, sent money back. M
(Winona)I sit across from Phillip, the papers spread out between us like a line in the sand. The buyout offer is sitting right there, glaring at him. I’ve made my decision. This is it.“I’m offering you the chance to buy me out, Phillip. You take it, or I have other buyers waiting. Either way, I’m done.”His eyes widen, but I can see the shift in his expression—the surprise melting into something more defensive, even a little bitter. “You’re serious? Just like that? You’re ditching everything we’ve built up again?”I don’t flinch. “Yes. Just like that. It’s time for me to focus on my family, and I can’t do that while juggling this business. It’s what’s best for me.”Phillip leans back in his chair, arms crossed. “You’ve always had your own income, Winona. You’ve always needed your independence. And now you’re ready to just hand it all over?”“Never been more ready.”“What happened to you? You’re really okay with letting go of everything you’ve worked so hard for?”“I am,” I say firml
(Winona)I’m at my favorite café, waiting for Lance. After everything with Phillip, I’m hoping this is argument free. The sun is shining, and I’m in control again—at least for now.I text Lance to see if he had some time. I may as well get this over with as well. I told him I’m going to Europe at the end of this week.The door swings open, and there he is, his easy grin and relaxed posture unchanged.“Hey, stranger,” he says, sliding into the chair across from me. “You look like someone who’s just made a big decision.”“I have.” I smile, signaling the waiter. “I just told Phillip I’m out. Offer him the business.”Lance raises his eyebrows. “Oh, I was talking about Europe. So, the whole business? Just like that?”“Just like that.” I shrug. “I’m done, Lance. I’ve been done for a while, but it’s official now. It’s time to move on.”He smiles, crossing his arms. “Damn. You’ve always had your hand in something. You going to be a kept woman? You know that’s my dream job…”I laugh. “Jealous?
(Jayden)“We have a little bit of everything here,” Viktor says as we settle at the laden long wooden table.“This is all from the farm?” I ask, glancing over at the colorful dishes, the jams, honey, cheeses, and cured meats. Even the bread and butter has the same label.“All of it,” Viktor confirms. “The bread is from our grain, milled right here. The honey, the jams, the cheeses—everything comes from what we produce on the land.”Klara, Viktor’s mother, balances the baby on her hip while ladling soup into bowls. “I’m a local Doula and I make a range of natural remedies and skin care products. Grow all the herbs myself.”“I have a five-month-old boy. Henry. He was born very prematurely. But he’s growing stronger.”“I’m glad he is. This vegetable soup is from the garden,” she says, handing me a bowl. “No preservatives, no chemicals—just fresh, organic produce.”I take a spoonful. It’s rich and earthy, with a depth of flavor I’ve never tasted before. “This is incredible,” I admit, savo
(Judy)I tap my fingers impatiently on my desk at Brennan Industries, staring at the documents in front of me. Gabriel’s sisters, those sentimental fools, turned down my offer. All because they wanted to sell their shares to him directly. Idiots.I gave them the best offer they’ll ever get, but no—family first, apparently.That will bite them on the ass one day. Mark my words. They’ll learn that family loyalty means nothing when I’m in control. Family is just a tool—leverage to use when necessary.I smirk to myself. If I can’t convince them to sell to me, I’ll force their hand. I always find a way. There’s more than one method to get what I want, and I’ve never been afraid to get my hands dirty. They’re going to regret turning me down.My phone buzzes, interrupting my thoughts. I glance at the screen, a message from one of my contacts. It’s about Maria. My smirk deepens—I’ve been waiting for this. I know she’s been feeling the pressure lately.I skim through the message, but then,
(Cass)I sit in my small, cluttered apartment, staring at the text Gabriel sent an hour ago. He’s pushing me again, wanting me to go with him while he builds his venture. My excuse is always work. I love my job.I’m still learning, still growing in the kitchen, even if the chef is a bit of a hard-ass.Gabriel doesn’t get it. He keeps talking about this hospitality business he’s setting up—food, accommodation, a destination for corporate team-building weeks, conferences, whatever.It sounds impressive, sure. But the idea of working under him, tied to him like that...it doesn’t sit right. I don’t want to be part of his empire, whatever that is.He has a conditional green card now and blind Freddy can see our lives are moving away from each other.I glance around my apartment, a mess of half-folded laundry, mismatched furniture, and the faint smell of weed that lingers no matter how much I air the place out.Maybe the pot’s been a bit too frequent lately, but it helps. Work’s been stress