(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)Wow. Winona really lost it today. She’s sleeping now. Abby is in with her. She’s so scared this will happen again. I don’t know what her father is playing at.Something is up. That’s for sure.I wanted to tear his head off myself, but I knew he was deliberately trying to bait us. What I don’t know is why? What I do know is if he thinks he can stand against the power and might of the Brennans, he has another thing coming.I’ve called every shareholder I need and they have all agreed to sell to me. The latest bad publicity actually helped my cause. I also added that with Gus Brennan at the helm, it’s high risk that Brennan Industries will get swallowed up into Nexus Global.That I was willing to fight that until the end, but I had no guarantees any shareholder would see a profit for a long time. They all took my offer. Now I am the majority owner of Brennan Industries. I can call the shots again. But first, I have my memories to sort out.Tomorrow I go to the hypnotherapist. I
(Jayden)Nexus Global is thriving under my leadership, more efficient, more streamlined than ever. Viktor has been instrumental in that, and Astrid, well… she’s exactly who I need at my right hand. In short, she’s amazing. I respect her as a professional.But none of that stops me from checking my phone every five minutes. My family group chat is flooded with pictures from Winona—Henry covered in mashed banana, Bobby proudly showing off a garden project, Abbey and Sarah huddled over some craft disaster that looks suspiciously like an art explosion gone wrong.Kit and River seem to be handling things well. Winona keeps telling me not to stress. That things are running smoothly. I know she’s trying to keep me from feeling like I’m missing out. It doesn’t help. I want things to be like they were before. Before I got those fucking photo’s from my mother. Before Lisa and lance turned up. Before a beat my best friend to a pulp. Before he took his own life and that of my mother’s.The no
(Winona)“Alright,” I say lightly. “As long as you know you don’t have to handle anything alone.”Lisa’s lips press together, something flickering across her face, but she doesn’t take the bait.“How are you going? Jayden has gone and you’ve put in a full week in the office. Been a while.” Lisa asks as Logan takes a seat.“I tried taking Henry to the office with me like Jayden used to. Never again.” I shake my head remembering the disaster that was.“It’s all new to you there. Of course it would be hard to have Henry and navigate people who are all strangers to you.”“All strangers… I wish. You don’t even know…”“Oh my god! What?!” Lisa is leaning in now.“Lance, that asshole, left me with a Chief of Marketing. It’s like he asked ‘who would Winona want to work with the least right now?’”“Who?! Who is it? Do not say Judy is back from the dead.”“Ugh. No, but almost as bad. Phillip.”“Fuck! Phillip, phillip?”I nod.“Wow. I mean… what the actual?”“I Know right? But I cannot fault him.
(Winona)I knock on Lisa’s door. I can hear voices, so I chose the right time to pop in.I’m here to make sure she is okay. These unanswered texts aren’t on and I’m going to get to the bottom of it. Maybe she’s just over my crap and needs a rest from it. That’s fine.I can’t blame her but I’d prefer she just said as much.Also I need to chat about life. I’ll wait to see if it feels right though. The door opens and Lisa smiles.Logan is leaning on the kitchen island.“Hey,” I say carefully.“Winona! I was about to call you… Come in. I have news!”“And here I was thinking you were avoiding me.”“Sorry about that. It’s been hectic.”“All good. What’s got you so happy?”“It’s happening, Winona,” Lisa says, her eyes lit with excitement. “They’re locking in their commitments, doubling down instead of pulling away.”“The charities?”She nods. “Yes. I addressed them this morning.”I should be thrilled. I am thrilled. But she did it without me. I wasn’t expecting that yet. I nod, smiling. “Of
(Lisa)The room is packed—board members, investors, benefactors. All eyes on me. Some skeptical, some expectant. Some probably wondering why the hell they bothered to be here. I grip the edges of the podium, forcing myself to stay steady. I tried to prepare a polished speech. But I couldn’t. So here I am, just winging it. I’m going to speak from my heart and hope that’s enough. I take a breath. Then another. I’m shaking inside but I’m going to do this. For the man I loved more than anything in this world. For Lance.“I know why you’re all here,” I start, my voice even but firm. “You want to know what happens now. What happens to the foundations Lance built. I know you’re all on the verge of taking away your support.”I feel the shift. But I don’t want to make them feel guilty. I want to restore their faith in their decisions to maintain their support.“You want to know if it’s worth keeping these charities that champion against suicide alive… after the man who started them took hi
(Cass)The estate is always buzzing, a whirlwind of activity that makes my head spin. Between the kitchen, the constant flow of guests, and the never-ending lists of things to do, there’s always something in motion.But my only day off this fortnight is tomorrow and I can’t wait to get out of this kitchen. The tension in my neck that no amount of stretching is going to fix. The tension in my whole body that can only be fixed by one thing and my rechargeable collection ain’t gonna cut it.I need something real, something to blow off the steam that’s been building for weeks.I’m making my way out of the estate’s kitchen when I see Viktor lingering by the rose arbor archway, watching me. He knows I have to go through it to get to the cottage. I can’t help but feel a flash of irritation. If he insists on being my uninvited shadow, he can at least be useful and scratch my itch.He wants it too, but he’s all concerned about if it’s right and proper. I’m not interested in dancing around it a
(Lisa)The USB is shoved in the back of the cupboard. I don’t need to watch it to feel it. Lance’s voice, his thoughts, his truths—maybe. Or maybe it’s just his grin and some awkwardly stupid joke about death.You never know what you’ll get with Lance.I still haven’t answered Winona’s last text. I just can’t. She’s going to know something is up as soon as we meet in person. How can I do this to her?I can’t tell Winona. How could I? After what she’s lost? After that brutal, hollow look in her eyes when she told me about the hysterectomy?She said she was okay. That she’d accepted it.She was lying. I know it. And if I tell her I’m pregnant now? If I admit I’m carrying Lance’s baby and that I don’t want to be a mother?It would be a gut punch she doesn’t deserve.Tears sting my eyes. I swipe them away and force myself back to the files.Project Lighthouse—Pilot Program ResultsI curl up on the couch, surrounded by a fortress of papers and files, all scrawled with his handwriting. No
(Winona)The second I step into the farmhouse, the noise hits me like a freight train. Henry is wailing from his highchair, Abbey and Sarah are locked in a heated argument at the craft table, and Bobby’s lying facedown on the couch muttering something about the injustice of salad for dinner. River stands near the sink with a unicorn sticker stuck to her shirt. Kit is pacing across the living room barefoot, holding a toy walkie-talkie and trying to negotiate peace terms between the girls. Yeah. Long day for everyone. “Mama!” Henry’s sobbing slows the moment he spots me, his arms shooting up. He grabs at the air with his hands. “Mama.”“Hey, buddy.” I drop my bag and scoop him up, pressing his sweaty little face into my neck. His hiccuping sobs slow instantly, his tiny hands clutching my collar. I bounce him gently, scanning the chaos. “So... I see today went smoothly.” Kit drops into an armchair with a groan. “Oh yeah. Textbook. We had routine but that was a major fail.” River t
(Jayden)There’s no hesitation in the way the staff greet me. A few nods, murmured “Bonjour, Monsieur Brennan,” or “Goedemorgen,” the Belgian Dutch mixing in seamlessly. With Winona’s help, I’ve got the basics of three languages down.It’s a far cry from the first time I walked in here when half the team still thought I was some overprivileged American with no business running Gus’s empire. They hated me and all thought I would fail.Now? They respect me.I make my way to the executive floor, where Matteo is already waiting by the elevators, arms crossed. I know I’ll cop some fun and games from him. But also know he operates the finance department like a steel vice.“Mon frère! Look who finally remembered where his office is,” he announces in dramatic Italian flair.“Miss me that much?” I smirk, stepping inside the elevator. “Pfft, please,” Matteo scoffs, pressing the button for the top floor. “You flatter yourself. I was enjoying the silence.”The doors close, and Matteo leans agai
(Winona)“It’s more than just budgeting. More than saving. Vault is the bridge between financial literacy and financial success.” Phillip has everyone mesmerized by the sheer magnitude of his presentation.His confidence and maturity are magnetic. I’m impressed. The last time I was in the same room as him, I had to deal with his innuendos, his smug little smirks, and that irritating way he acted like a schoolboy caught kissing behind the gym.But this? This is different.He commands the room without effort, every movement deliberate. Even the way he flips through slides is calculated. Not a single wasted word or motion.He has my attention.“Think about it—what’s the biggest issue people have with money? Not rich people, normal everyday people.”“Understanding how to make it work for them?” Darien tentatively suggests.“Exactly!” Phillip grins and fist-bumps Darien. “Understanding how to make it work for them. Schools don’t teach it, banks don’t prioritize it, and the internet is full