(Winona)“All my remedies are grown here. I have a hothouse as well,” Klara explains, her voice filled with pride. “I can’t wait until my cottage garden looks like this.” I feel a pang of longing as I take in the lush, vibrant plants. It’s a picture of calm and beauty, something I’ve always dreamed of having. Klara smiles knowingly. “It takes time and a lot of patience. But I can show you how to work with what you have.” We make our way to the first shed, which is a striking contrast to the rustic surroundings. It’s pristine white, with large windows letting in natural light, and the scent of herbs and fresh dairy fills the air.“Ilona and Agnes, also twins, handle most of the produce and the dairy,” Klara explains. “They make the cheeses, the jams, pickles, that sort of thing.” The young women wave at us, their hands busy as they pour jam into jars and stir large pots. I marvel at the efficiency of their operation, how seamlessly everything seems to work here. The stainless-stee
(Winona)Viktor and Klara take the kids back to the farmhouse for afternoon snacks. Abby clings to my hand, reluctant to go at first, but Klara promises there’s fresh-baked bread, butter and honey waiting.Sarah and Ava run off giggling, and Bobby trails behind Katalin, trying to look uninterested but failing miserably.Jayden watches Bobby with a grin. “Um, do I need to have the talk with him?”“He sure is smitten. But I think we’re safe at the moment.”I watch them disappear, my heart hammering. It’s just me and Jayden now, and I know what I have to do. “I have something I need to say.”Jayden stands there, eyes fixed on me, waiting. I take a deep breath and reach into my pocket, my fingers closing around the folded piece of paper.“Here,” I say, holding it out to him. My voice is steadier than I feel. “Read this.”He steps closer, taking the paper from my hand. His eyes searching mine for some understanding. He unfolds it, his eyes scanning the words. I can see the moment it hits h
(Jayden)Winona stands in front of me, and my mind is still reeling from the shock. A baby. Our baby. It’s hard to wrap my head around it, and I’m fighting through a storm of emotions: disbelief, fear, and the tiniest flicker of hope.“Twelve weeks,” I say, my voice rough and unsteady. “How long have you actually known for sure?”She takes a deep breath. “I did a test after you left for London. Look, obviously you aren’t the first to know. Viktor helped and then Klara. Lisa knew, and Lance overheard us talking about it.”“Fuck. Half the world knew before me. Have you suspected before now?”“Because I needed to be sure,” she repeats. “I needed to know everything before I told you, and I didn’t want to do that over the phone. Then you and Lance kind of derailed that.”“That alone could have brought on a miscarriage. How are you feeling?” I ask, desperation and worry bubbling up. “Are you okay? Shit.”“I’m okay. Klara’s been a huge help, making sure I stay calm and monitoring my blood pr
(Winona) “Keeping you and the baby safe is the thing that matters,” he says, his voice low but firm. “But taking Judy out of our lives is also a priority.”“True. But all we can do is divide and conquer. Me fighting Judy beside you is going to put extra stress on this pregnancy.”“If you and the kids head back to the States,” he says. “Back to the life you know, where it’s familiar, at least until we’ve dealt with Judy. That could work in the short term. With you over there, and her here, you’ll feel safer.”“I thought the same, but flying is a risk, anyway. And I really love what we’ve been building here with the kids. Then seeing what Klara has achieved, that’s like all my dreams come true.”“I get it, but Brussels will still be here,” he says. “What if we found a way that wouldn’t be so stressful on you or the baby? Maybe a cruise ship home.”He looks completely serious about this.“It’d be longer, but it’d give you time to relax, avoid the pressure and altitude of flying, and it
(Cass)The first few nights were rough—I stayed in the smallest, cheapest hostels I could find, the kind where you barely feel safe enough to close your eyes. The money I had quickly dwindled away, gone on overpriced vending machine snacks and cramped rooms.Desperation and the reality of being broke in a foreign country hit hard, but I didn’t let it break me. Instead, I started traveling by train, hopping from one small country town to another, offering to wash dishes or clean tables in exchange for a meal or a warm place to sleep.Getting just enough money to get me to my next destination, edging ever close to Brussels. It might be a luxury, but it’s me. I’m doing it. I’m being independent and I like it.It isn’t glamorous, but it’s kept me going. I travel as far as the money I have will get me and try to keep a little for some food.Upside, I’ve lost some pounds, and I’ve tried so many new foods I didn’t even know existed. Downside, language barrier is a struggle and it’s been two
(Cass)“If he speaks English, I’ll just go tell him myself. Thank you so much for translating.”The man smiles and nods.I make my way towards the kitchen door. The waitress steps in front of me, shaking her head.I smile and pat her arm. “It’s okay, this will only take a minute.” I step around her and push the door open, stepping around her and into the kitchen.The place is chaos: steam rising from pans, knives chopping at lightning speed, and a tall, broad-shouldered chef barking orders that sound like gunshots in French.I know his type, old-school chefs that think abuse and overworking people is how to get the best out of them. But he doesn’t intimidate me. I know what I need to do.“Excuse me!” I call out, and the noise screeches to a halt. The chef spins around, his eyes narrowing dangerously.“What the hell you in my kitchen for?” he barks, his accent thick, but his English clear and cutting.I swallow but hold my ground. “I had your vegetable soup. It was amazing, but I thoug
(Jayden)Henry is nestled in my arms, I’ve missed him so much. He’s grown more, and it hasn’t even been that long since I’ve been in London.We’re sitting in the farmhouse kitchen. Viktor leans against the countertop, arms folded, his expression calm but serious. Winona sits beside me, her fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of herbal tea that Klara made for her.She takes a sip, and I can tell she’s nervous.Klara steps forward, her gaze flicking between us. “This pregnancy is high-risk, even more so than before,” she says, her voice steady and calm.“Winona needs minimal stress, regular monitoring, and a stable environment. Any disruptions could be dangerous,”she adds.I cradle Henry closer, my heart pounding with fear for Winona and our unborn child.My mind races. It’s fragile. Another miracle. “What do we need to do to keep you both safe?”Winona takes a breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Klara and the doctors say it’s about keeping a normal routine, keeping my blood pressu
(Winona)Back at the estate cottage the next day, I hand Lisa the folded note, my fingers lingering on the paper for a second before letting it go. It details all the plans, and I put my finger to my lips as she takes it.She stares at me, her eyes questioning, but she doesn’t speak.“Come in, Lisa. Let’s get coffee. I have so much to tell you.”“Coffee sounds perfect.” She unfolds the note and begins to read in silence.Speaking openly isn’t an option right now, not when we’re surrounded by the potential for prying ears.I watch her face closely as she reads, looking for any hint of her reaction. Her expression shifts slightly, but she keeps it controlled, her eyes narrowing as she takes in every word.When she finishes, Lisa folds the paper back up and tucks it into her pocket. She raises an eyebrow at me. “So, have you heard from Jayden? Are you okay?”“He’s impossible to talk to, as always. I’m over it, to be honest.” I go about the kitchen pouring our coffee and adding sugar and
Readers, I’ve been back through all your comments and it really touches me that so many of you cared about these characters. I want to send a very special shout out to mitzi.goodson and Theresa for your active love of the story all the way and for commenting regularly. I love you guys and I love all the readers #hearteyes# Also I have discovered a mistake in the upload of Chapter 553. Only half the chapter seems to have been uploaded and I have now fixed that. I know you’re asking about if you’ll see these characters again…right now, I’m letting them rest but I hope to update you on them in the future. Right now I’m focusing on my new stories which I know you’ll also love.In the next one, After waking from a 5 month coma, Ava Lancaster watches her beloved daughter die. Ex-husband Zach Lorne, allowed the mother of his first child, cunning Sienna Sinclair to use little Lila as a medical pawn. Consumed by grief, Ava sets their mansion ablaze—clutching Lila’s body while Zach pleads outs
(Winona)Lisa sits on the couch between me and Jayden, her fingers curled around the USB stick.“You don’t have to,” I remind her gently.“I know,” she replies. “But I want to. I can’t move forward if I don’t hear him out.” She hands the drive to Jayden.Jayden leans forward and plugs the drive in. The screen flickers.And then there he is.Lance. Black eye blooming from Jayden’s attack over hall pass week, bruised knuckles, the same crooked grin he always wore.“Lisa,” he says, “I’m so sorry. I wish this could have been different.”I glance at her. She flinches but doesn’t look away.He shakes his head. “No big poetic intro. No music. No tragic montage. Just me.”His smile cracks slightly.“First, I want to say this isn’t your fault. You didn’t fail me. You didn’t love me wrong. In fact, you’re probably the only person who ever loved me right.”Lisa’s breath hitches beside me.“I wasn’t built for longevity, Lisa. You knew that. Hell, I practically had an exit sign blinking over my he
(Winona)Viktor stands with his hands by his side while Jayden finishes up his announcement.I watch on, proud of them both. Not only staunch in business but as friends.“I’ll still be involved on a higher level, but day-to-day, Viktor’s your guy,” Jayden says, firm and confident. “Effective immediately, he’s the new CEO of Nexus Global.”There’s a brief pause before the quiet, respectful claps ripple through the room.Viktor just nods. “Thank you,” he says. No long speech. No dramatic reaction. Just two words. Classic Viktor.Jayden glances my way and walks over.“Proud of him,” I say quietly. “And of you.”“He’s ready,” Jayden replies. “Hell, he’s been ready for a while now. He taught me almost everything I know about Nexus Global.”Viktor lingers by the window, posture steady. Astrid steps up beside him, saying something low. He replies with a brief nod and the smallest of smirks.Jayden leans into me and murmurs, “did you see that?”I arch an eyebrow. “The nod or the smirk?”“Both
(Winona)I see the moment his eyes catch mine in the window behind Astrid. He blinks like he’s seeing a ghost. Too late. I’m already across the restaurant floor, my heels pounding each step out in deliberate warning, the sound sharp against the quiet hum of late-night conversations. Heads turn. I don’t care.His face shifts from confusion to panic as I advance—his mouth parting slightly, eyes darting to Astrid like he’s trying to figure out if he’s imagining this. He’s not. I’m here. I saw everything.I saw the kiss. I saw the closeness after. The lingering smiles, the laughter, and the way Astrid’s hand stayed on his like they were sharing secrets. Like she belongs to him. You don’t need sound to understand body language.That kiss wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a friendly peck on the cheek. It was enough for me to wonder if they’ve been playing me for a fool for weeks. Maybe months.Jayden stands just as I reach the table, knocking his chair back in a clumsy scrape. Astrid rema
(Jayden)Astrid raises her glass, the candlelight catching the rim. “To surviving another quarter without firing anyone major.”“To the rest of us surviving the grueling schedule of the Ice Queen herself.”“You did okay.”“Just okay?”“Better than okay. You have quite the work drive, Jayden. Gus was right to leave Nexus in your hands.”“Not one of you thought that at first. You all hated me. Especially Hugo. I think he still might, actually.”“Oh, you are not so bad, after all.”We clink glasses. The wine’s sharp, dry—like her. The restaurant is dim, ambient, tucked just off the canal. Astrid insisted it was the best late-night spot in Brussels. So far, I can’t argue.The food was incredible, the service seamless, and the company? Easy. A little too easy.This dinner has gone longer than I expected. I expected an answer from Winona to my text. But it hasn’t come. The conversation just flowed so effortlessly tonight.No drama. No awkward silences. No carefully chosen words. Astrid, wh
(Winona)It’s nearly 1 a.m. when I step off the jet into the crisp Brussels air. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten properly. My thoughts have been chewing on each other for nine hours straight.I hear my phone notification, but I see Cass and I’m so damn happy. She’s about to launch the rest of her life and I’m excited for her.“It’s so good to see you.” I say as I run towards her and give her a hug.“You look like hell,” she says as she grins and hugs me back.“Oh, thanks for the compliment. You look like death yourself.”“Just finished a12 hour shift, what’s your excuse?”We walk out to the private parking area. Having a private jet is so convenient.“I can only blame stress and paranoia,” I tell her as we put my case in the back seat and get into her car.“Paranoia?”“Yes, about where Jayden and I stand in out marriage lately. I’m not sure I’m what makes him happy. All we do is fight, it seems.”“Okay… ah, so me telling him you’d have been better off never meeting him probably didn’
(Jayden)It’s nearly ten. The office is quiet, except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights above the boardroom. Astrid and I have been going through projections for Q3. Numbers, strategies, deadlines. All things that used to matter more than they do right now. My family call is bothering me. It’s not that Winona had a sudden business trip, that’s expected, it’s just the way we interact lately. Going through the motions. Not speaking up on how we feel in case it triggers an argument. I’m as much to blame.“You missed an adjustment here,” she says, tapping the edge of my laptop.“I didn’t miss it,” I say, not looking up. “I just didn’t apply it yet.”She raises an eyebrow. She knows I’m distracted. I’ve worked with her long enough to recognize the look that says I’m full of shit.“You want my input or just someone to nod along while you pretend to work?” she asks.I lean back in my chair. “You always cut right through it, don’t you?”“Of course.”She’s right. She doesn’t have patie
(Winona)The family call starts like any other.Except this time, I’ve told the kids I’ll be away and lied about where I’m going.Now I have to convince Jayden it’s an unexpected business trip.Bobby’s got a stack of papers next to him, pretending he’s not glancing at them while he listens to Jayden. He’s been working on some design options for the school vegetable garden.He’s become quietly obsessed with getting it right.Sarah is asking about when she can next visit the Nexus office again. Abby’s wearing one of Henry’s bibs and announcing herself as the ‘baby boss’ while trying to feed Henry a cracker he doesn’t want.Henry is slamming his hands on the table, shrieking with defiance, and Kit is doing her best to keep the screen steady while holding him.Chaos. Beautiful, familiar chaos. Welcome to the Brennan zoo.Jayden is calm, smiling, fully engaged. He’s asking Bobby about his team at school, praising his leadership skills. He tells Sarah he misses her drawings and promises to
(Winona)Phillip is at his desk when I walk in, finishing up a call. He looks up and gives me a half smile, casual but watchful.I cross the room but remain standing. “I won’t keep you long. I just… I wanted to let you know I’m stepping down in an active capacity from Vault. Effective immediately.”Phillip’s face shifts from polite curiosity to astonishment. “Wait—stepping down how?”I nod. “I’ll remain the owner. But I’m not going to be overseeing day-to-day management or strategic decisions anymore. I’m handing all of that to you. If you want it. CEO, President, call it what you will—I’m out.”He studies me carefully. “That’s… a big move, Winona. You’ve always been a control fre… ahh, hands-on.”I give him a quick grin. “Nice save.”“I’m talented, what can I say? But you being hands-off, I’m not sure that’s even possible.”“I’ve realized I can’t keep devoting so much energy to business. My family needs me. My kids need me.”“Is this what Jayden asked you to do?” “No. He’s been exc