(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
(Winona)The hum of the engines is a constant, steady sound, almost like a lullaby. Abby is curled up with her favorite stuffed animal, chatting with Sarah, who’s sharing her earbuds and explaining how the game on her tablet works.Bobby is deep in concentration, lost in some building game of his own, while Henry naps peacefully beside me, the soft beeping of his monitor like background music.I touch his little hand and marvel at how much he’s grown.I do feel peaceful, but something is off with me. There’s a tightness in my chest, and every time I shift in my seat, I get hit with another wave of dizziness.The headache, a dull throb at the base of my skull, persists. I press my fingers to my temples, trying to stave it off. I know I do need the bathroom. I stand up and my lightheadedness has me gripping the seat to steady myself.“Ma’am, are you alright?” one of the medical team asks.I force a smile. “I’m fine, just a little dizzy. I think it’s the excitement and stress catching
(Winona)I start to drift off to sleep. I see Judy’s face, cold and cruel.I’ll take that baby from you.I bolt upright, gasping for air, the terror still lingering in my pounding chest.I’m not there anymore. I’m safe. We’re safe. I breath deep. Stop letting this mess with you, I tell myself. I know we’re okay. We’re going to Jayden. We are safe.But the fear lingers. Because Judy is still out there. And I know she’s not done. She never is. No matter what happens, I don’t think we’ll ever shake her.As long as she thinks there’s a chance with Jayden, it will always be the same.I lie back down, closing my eyes again. I just want to forget it all. I want to focus on Jayden, on our family, on the life we’re building.I turn in bed, staring at the ceiling in the jet again, trying to block out the swirling thoughts. The soft hum of the plane’s engines doesn’t help me sleep. Neither does the lingering dizziness or headache.But it’s not just the physical stuff keeping me awake. It’s the m
(Winona)The plane lands smoothly in Dubai.“Mommy, is Daddy here?” Abby asks, clutching her stuffed animal tightly.“Oh, honey,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’m sorry. We need to stop here and have one more plane ride and then we’ll see Daddy. Okay?”Her face drops. “Oh. I thought we saw Daddy now.”“Only one more plane ride.”The doors open. I gather the kids, the medical entourage making sure Henry is okay before they hand him over to me.I thank them and take him in his carrier. I’ll clip it onto the wheels as soon as they unload the base.“Stay close, kids.” I say. “Bobby, keep an eye on your sisters please.”The terminal is elegant, marble floors reflecting the dazzling lights above. The kids are still buzzing around me, and I’m trying to focus on keeping them in line when—“Hey, troublemakers! Welcome to Dubai.”My head snaps up.Jayden is there, right behind Bobby, grinning, with his arms wide open. My heart stutters, and before I can even register what’s happening, the kids have