(Winona)I’m pacing the family room at the cottage, running through all the last-minute details in my head before Jayden comes home. The kids are excited, and the whole place is buzzing with energy.Even shy, reserved Sarah has been talking a mile a minute, making sure I know she has ‘a million billion things’ to tell her dad when he gets here.You and me both, kiddo.Lisa plops down onto the sofa, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. “You know,” she starts, “instead of drowning Jayden in chaos the moment he walks through the door, maybe you two should have some alone time. The kids will be fine with me for a couple of hours.”I give her a skeptical look. “The kids are dying to see him. We’re a family—this reunion shouldn’t be just about me and Jayden.”“There wouldn’t be kids without you and Jayden, would there. Of course it’s about you and him first.”“I’d feel selfish.”Lisa rolls her eyes, but it’s all in good humor. “Yeah, yeah, family bonding is important and all that. But le
(Jayden)The decoy flight was a well-choreographed illusion. Viktor boarded the Nexus Global jet, accompanied by someone who looked like me and a highly visible security detail.The intention is simple: draw eyes, especially if Judy is watching. The whole operation was designed to mislead, to give me the cover I need to get out unnoticed.Now I’m in a smaller charter jet, an aircraft that looks almost understated compared to the Nexus one. It’s sleek, black, and inconspicuous, blending into the private airstrip with an anonymity that feels oddly comforting.Inside, the jet’s interior is quiet, the hum of the engines a low and steady reassurance. I’m settled into one of the leather seats, my briefcase open next to me.The documents from Nexus London are slowly going from the to-do to the done pile. I’ve read everything I needed to review. Investigation notes, financial statements, and transcripts of company phone and cell conversations.I’m looking for anything that might hint at Grays
(Jayden)The jet touches down smoothly, but there’s nothing smooth about the way my heart is pounding. I grab my briefcase, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. The envelope with those damning photos is stuffed inside.All I want are answers.As I step off the jet, I storm over to the car waiting for me.“Get out,” I snap at the driver, tossing my briefcase onto the back seat. My voice is sharp enough to cut through metal. “I’ll drive myself.”“Ah, Mr. Brennan…I can’t—”I pull his door open and drag him out by the shirt collar. “I said get out.”I get into the driver’s seat, slamming the door hard enough that it echoes across the tarmac. The engine roars to life as I hit the gas, the tires screeching in protest.The rage that’s been simmering in my veins now boils over. Betrayal, disbelief, gut-wrenching jealousy. The thoughts crash into each other, making my chest tighten, my knuckles white as I grip the wheel.I can’t process it—Lance and Winona, Phillip and Winona. It’s a b
(Winona)I’m in the kitchen, ladling the creamy chicken casserole into a dish of rice. It smells amazing. Jayden always loved this recipe. It feels like forever since we’ve had dinner with just the two of us.Soft, calming music flows through my headphones, and a gentle, soothing voice reminds me to breathe. Inhale peace, exhale stress. My heartbeat follows the rhythm, easing into a steady calm. Everything is as it should be.Dinner is ready, and Jayden will be landed, I think. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive from the city. We’ll finally have our time to reconnect, to talk, to share news that I’ve been holding onto with cautious hope.Lisa called and I talked to the kids who were having so much fun. I told them they could have a later night as long as their chores and study got done tomorrow.They all had a stuffed animal each and sticky faces from cotton candy. I’m not sure they’ll sleep at all from the sugar rush. But it’s fine this once. I’m so excited about telling Jayden my news
(Winona)“Guys, look, don’t say things you don’t mean…” Lance is up and trying to stop us arguing.“Jayden is the one acting like a mad man.”Jayden’s face hardens again. “Don’t turn this on me. You betrayed me, Winona. Of all the men in the world, you had to go with the two that would hurt me the most.”“It wasn’t about you, Jayden. This whole fucking world does not revolve around you.”“Your world sure as hell doesn’t. If it wasn’t for the photos I got, I’d never have known. You three would be laughing at me behind my back forever.”“I was going to tell you. Just not yet.”“Sure. Like I believe that. Well, now I know. Anything else you care to share with me while we’re at it?”I glare at him. My head is thumping, and I feel dizzy. I need to get calm, I need to think of the baby. My baby.I hold my head in my hands.“Maybe you need another hall pass week while Lance is here? Is Phillip on the next flight?”My breath catches, and I feel the sting of hot tears spilling down my cheeks a
(Jayden)I don’t even stop to catch my breath after heading back to the jet. I’ve called the pilot and organized a return trip. The sooner I’m away from here the better.My heart is still racing, my torn fists ache from the fight. The betrayal. The utter destruction of everything I thought I knew engulfs me.Finally, I’m at the airport private jet area. I get out of the car and make a beeline for the jet. It’s waiting, fueled up and ready to take me back to London.“Mr. Brennan,” the pilot greets. “Do you need anything else before we leave?”“I’m fine,” I snap. “Just get me out of here.”He nods, and I march past him, my phone clenched in my hand. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t need anyone. Winona, Lance, Viktor. I can run my own life. Make my own decisions.I collapse into the seat, yanking out my phone to turn it off. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. I recall the argument with Winona. I can’t remember the last time rage engulfed me like that.Those words just spewe
(Winona)The cottage is eerily quiet after the fight. The only sound is my own ragged breathing as I sit on the edge of the sofa, my head still spinning from hitting the step.The ache in my chest, both from physical pain and the emotional wreckage Jayden left behind, refuses to fade.Lance stands a few feet away, his face battered and bruised. Estate staff are tending to his cuts, wiping away the blood with practiced but concerned efficiency.He keeps glancing at me, eyes full of worry, but I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze.I’m trying to keep it together, but I’m unraveling fast. I’m hot and sweaty and each pulse rushes through my ears.“Do you have Klara’s number?”I unlock my phone and hand it to him. “She lives a three-hour drive away and she has her own family. But she will know who can come see me.”“Okay. Otherwise, I’m taking you to the nearest hospital.”“As if you’re in any condition to drive.”“Klara,” Lance says, into my phone, his voice thick with urgency. “I’m Lance
(Jayden)The three-hour flight goes by in a blur. I suspect I slept through most of it, lost in a drunken haze, but I can’t be sure. My head is pounding, a steady, merciless throb that matches the ache in my chest.The alcohol dulled the fire, but it’s like trying to put out a forest blaze with a glass of water. It’s only made the edges of my grief sharper, more cutting.The jet touches down in London, and I force myself upright, stumbling slightly as I exit. My vision swims, and I grab my briefcase just to have something solid to hold onto.The fight with Lance replays in my mind, every punch, every accusation. And Winona’s face—her eyes wide with shock, then hurt. The memory crushes me like a boulder, heavy and unrelenting.Viktor is waiting. Of course he is. He’s leaning against a sleek black SUV, arms crossed, his expression as impassive as ever. His eyes narrow as he watches me stagger down the steps of the jet.He pushes off from the car with that same unshakeable authority he a
(Winona)The first thing I feel is exhaustion—a bone-deep, crushing weight that makes it nearly impossible to move. My body aches everywhere, like I’ve been run over by a truck.My head pounds, and my throat feels dry, but I force my eyes open, blinking against the soft light.“Mommy?” A small voice breaks through the fog, hesitant but hopeful.I blink again, and there she is. Abby, her little face framed by messy pigtails, her big blue eyes filled with worry. “Abby,” I rasp, my voice barely audible.Her face lights up, and she leans in close, clutching the edge of the bed. “You’re awake!” she exclaims, her voice trembling with relief. “I missed you so much, Mommy!”I try to lift my hand, but it feels like lead. Instead, I manage a weak smile. “I missed you too, sweetie,” I whisper.“Alright, sweetheart, let’s give Mommy a little space,” Anne’s calm voice comes from somewhere nearby. “Glad you’re back with us, Winona.”Abby shakes her head fiercely. “No! I want to stay with Mommy!”“I
(Jayden)I drop Viktor off at the penthouse, handing him the spare key fob. “Cat’s in charge while you’re here. Don’t let him boss you around too much,” I say with a smirk.Viktor raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll manage. Can’t be more troublesome than your sister-in-law.”I let out a low laugh. “Truth.”“I’ll get back here as soon as I can. I have some forward trajectory I need to discuss with you on Nexus Global. Help yourself to anything.”“I’ll be here. If anything happens with Winona, please let me know.”“I will. Right… now it’s time to go and finally put Brennan Industries behind me.”***By the time I pull up outside Gabriel’s hotel, I’m ready to let go and walk away.I knock on the door and it opens. Gabriel is there looking as tall and suave as ever. I step into the suite, and he greets me with a firm handshake. “Jayden,” he says, his tone even. “Thanks for coming.”“No problem,” I reply, keeping things brisk. “Let’s get this done.”Gabriel gestures to the small conference t
(Cass)When Viktor and I step into the Brennan Wing family suite, the first thing I notice is how together Jayden looks.He’s standing by Henry’s highchair, feeding him bits of banana while the little guy alternates between smearing food on his face and laughing like he’s cracked the greatest joke in the world.Jayden doesn’t even flinch when Henry chucks half a cracker at his chest.“Alright, Superdad,” I say, dropping my bag on the couch. “You’re really leaning into this whole family-man thing. Should I be worried you’re going to start wearing matching dad-and-son tracksuits next?”Jayden smirks without looking up. “You jealous, Aunt Cass? I can always order you one too. I’m thinking neon green?”I grin, then I run to hug him. “Pass. I prefer my black on black for now.”Henry spots me and lets out an excited squeal, waving his sticky hands in my direction. “Oh, no you don’t,” I warn, taking a step back. “Your dad can keep the food fights. I’ll hug you as soon as we use some wipes.”
(Jayden)“Gabriel.” I say as Henry tries to grab my cell out of my hand.I manage to dodge his lightning-fast hand, holding the phone just out of his reach. He laughs, thinking it’s a game.His little giggles make me grin.“Jayden. I wanted to let you know I’m flying in to finalize the shares. Everything looks good on my end. I land at six.”“Great. Let me know your hotel room; I’ll come see you there.”“Sorry to hear about Lance and Judy. I’ve read over everything you sent. Are you sure?”“Yes,” I reply coolly. “You’ll be in charge now unless you make other arrangements with your family. I'm out.”There’s a pause on the other end, but I don’t care to fill it. Gabriel’s voice is measured when he continues, “How’s Winona? I heard she had a fall.”“She’s in recovery. We’ll know more tomorrow.”“I heard Cass was in Europe. Is she coming back to see her?”“She is. And I don’t want any trouble for her, Gabriel. She’s been through enough. I’m still pissed that Mia provided her with drugs an
(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