(Winona)Having these kids for a full day, I’m still very nervous about it. They aren’t saying much and I don’t want to press them on the details of their mother. Sarah basically says nothing and Bobby is protective of her, and isn’t offering any information either.Perhaps I’ll try asking again later. I mean, these kids are my half-siblings, I’m not sure what to do with them. Abby has been fine about having them here, but four-year-olds are fine about most things, I guess. They talk to Abby, I heard them chattering and laughing with her. So I know they can communicate.I wonder if their life has been like mine was. Cold, hungry and punished most of the time. Lonely. Tears swell in my eyes. I’m not letting that bastard take over my life again. I know he’ll be back when the money is gone. I need to be ready and to try and get these kids to a safer home environment. I don’t want him in my home. I do feel better now I know I have security watching. Otherwise, I’d be a complete mess. M
(Winona)“Thank you for trusting me. I’ll try and track down your Mom. Do you think she’d move far?” I ask Bobby, hoping for some clue.Bobby shrugs, his shoulders slumping in defeat. I can tell he’s not giving up any more information. But I have enough for now. I can get the authorities involved. I’ll get a restraining order out on my father. I don’t want him to be able to come anywhere near me.“I’m going to make some calls. To my old school and to child protection. I need to see if we can track down their mother or any other relative that might be able to help them,” I tell Jayden at my kitchen table, my voice firm with resolve.Jayden leans back in his chair, a look of concern etched on his face. “I still think it might be better if we were all at my place.”I shake my head. “I think that huge place would be too overwhelming for them. The way they would have lived. Plus, I don’t want that asshole getting a sniff of there.”Jayden nods, understanding my point. “I’m sure he already
(Winona)Jayden pulls up in the driveway with Bobby and Sarah in the backseat. They both look a little more at ease now, clutching small shopping bags filled with new clothes and a few beach toys. I meet them at the door, Abby holding my hand and bouncing with excitement.“Did you guys have fun shopping?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light.Bobby nods, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, it was cool. I got a Lakers cap.”“I don’t doubt that with Jayden.”Sarah peeks out from behind Bobby, her eyes wide with curiosity. “I got a new dress,” she says softly, showing me the bright yellow fabric peeking out of the bag. “And a pink swimsuit.”“That’s wonderful, Sarah,” I say, giving her a warm smile. “We’re going to have a great time at the beach house.”Jayden unloads the car and we all pile into his SUV. The drive to the beach house is filled with the sound of the kids chattering excitedly and the gentle hum of the radio. The tension from earlier starts to ease as we pull into the d
(Jayden)I hand soda out to the kids who are dripping on my deck. “You lot have worked up a real thirst. Is anyone hungry?” I ask.Bobby and Sarah both look down and shake their heads, their expressions guarded. Abby bounces up and down, full of energy. “I am!” she exclaims.“I have some strawberries here and I’ll cut some banana and watermelon,” I offer, hoping to coax the other kids into some healthy food.“Oh,” Abby says, looking a little crestfallen.I smile, trying to make it sound fun. “No junk food till after dinner, Abby.”“I need to go potty,” she announces suddenly.“Mommy is inside; she’ll help you get your wet swimsuit off,” I tell her, watching as she runs inside where Winona is resting after her incident. She really lost it at that guy. I’m worried about her mental health at this point. I think she may need some professional advice, and we need to get her father out of her life. I’ll have the bastard jailed if I can.I peel bananas and cut them up for the fruit platter,
(Jayden)“It’s so complicated,” she murmurs, her voice filled with pain.“Tell me about what it was like, before you got to live with Anne,” I urged gently.Her shaking increases, her breath hitching with each sob.“I got you. I think you need to talk about this, get it out. Otherwise, you are going to explode,” I say in encouragement.“He was awful. I was his meal ticket. If he wanted stuff off people, I had to go too. Said they’d feel sorry for me. I had to go beg on the streets, and if I didn’t get enough, I never got to eat anything,” she confesses, her voice raw with emotion.“Jesus, Winona, I’m so sorry you went through that,” I say, my anger towards her father burning hotter.“School saved me. I knew an education was my only way out, and we had a school breakfast program. I got to eat there,” she continues, her voice a little stronger now.“Your mother?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.“She hated me. Hated that I’d come into her life and ruined it. So did he, but
(Ashlyn)I laugh out loud. “Oh, Gus. You really are so bad.” He’s been flirting with me for weeks now. The old fool thinks he can manipulate me, but he has no idea who he’s dealing with.He grins, his eyes twinkling with that fake charm. “I’m always putty in a beautiful woman’s hands.”“A woman who’s pregnant with your grandchild. I mean, isn’t that a little taboo?” I tease him back, playing the game with ease.“I think you like a little taboo,” he says as he gets up from the formal dining table. “Excuse me a second, my dear. I need the bathroom.”I smile sweetly. “Of course.”If only he knew. His attentions aren’t fooling me. I know he’s just trying to distract me from Jayden and Winona and their little family thing they have going on.Fuck them. I’m playing stupid. It’s easier to do what I need to do that way. Gus may think he’s clever. Judy may think she’s clever. But they aren’t as clever as me. Jayden is mine. I’m married to him. I’ll keep him.This baby is my cover right now. Wh
(Winona)I’m still shaken from attacking that man yesterday. I’ve stayed at the beach house another night, but now I want to get back to the cottage and prove I can do this.“Jayden, thanks for everything. The police are coming this afternoon for an interview and child services will be here in the morning.”“Are you sure?” He looks at me, concern etched in his features.I nod. “I really am.”“I have some meetings today. Hopefully, I’ll finally make some headway to buying more shares. Then I’ll come around and sleep on the sofa.”“You don’t have to put yourself out.”“I do, and I will. If you’re sure he’ll be back, we can’t take any chances.”“He will be, but he’s not stupid enough to try while the authorities are around.”“If he knows you’ll contact the authorities, then he may want to get the kids back with him before then.”This is true. I consider my options. I don’t have a car here and Jayden has meetings he needs to get to. “So, it’s either I wait at the cottage or here.”I don’t
(Winona)The police have been here ten minutes and it feels like forever while I try to explain to them what has happened. My voice is trembling with urgency, and the fear in my chest is tightening.“Do you have any reason to believe he’d want to hurt your daughter, Ms. Nolan?” one of the officers asks, his tone skeptical.“He wants to hurt me. This is ridiculous, you need to start looking for her,” I snap, frustration bubbling over.“We need information and we need proof. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack,” the other officer explains, his calm demeanor only fueling my panic.I’m shaking, my fists clenching at my sides. I scream at the officers, “Just find her! I’m telling you what you need to know. Why won’t you believe me?”Jayden draws me back from them, his grip firm but gentle. “Try and stay calm.”“Try and stay calm!?” I echo, my voice cracking with desperation. “I swear I will kill him if he hurts her.” My mind is in turmoil and I’ve never felt anger like this bef
(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
(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