(Winona)The officer lets Bobby and Sarah stay for our picnic. He’s waiting for us to finish.I see Jayden staring. I look over there in the distance. I spot a familiar figure near the top of the stairs.My heart skips a beat, and a cold wave of shock washes over me. It’s Ashlyn.I swallow. What does she want? She’s just standing there with a twisted smile on her face. I’m still fragile from Abby’s disappearance and the revelation about Bobby and Sarah, my chest tightens with a mix of anger and dread.I’m so tired of all of this. It’s time I tried to make peace and include her in our family. After all, she has Jayden's child inside her and regardless of the circumstance that child will need some stability.I hand Bobby and Sarah their sandwiches, trying to mask my rising panic. “Stay here with Jayden for a moment,” I say, forcing a smile. “I see a friend of ours. I’ll be right back.”Jayden looks at me, concern etched on his face. “Are you sure?”I nod, my eyes locked on Ashlyn. “
(Jayden)I watched Winona and Ashlyn near the top of the stairs at Palisades Park, their bodies locked in a struggle. I want to intervene, but I need to stay with the kids. My mind races as I try to process what's happening. Abby tugs at my shirt, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Daddy, why is Mommy hurting that lady?" she asks, her voice trembling.Before I can respond, the officer who had just left to get coffee comes rushing back. He sees the struggle and sprints toward them, shouting for them to stop. The commotion has drawn a small crowd of onlookers, and my stomach knots with anxiety."Stay here," I tell Abby and the other kids, my voice firm but gentle. "Everything is going to be okay."I try to keep my eyes on the scene, watching in horror as it looks like Winona is pushing Ashlyn toward the edge.Ashlyn screams, "No, Winona! Don't!" Then she falls, her body rolling down the steep stairs in a terrifying blur. Winona stands there, her face a mix of shock and rage,
(Jayden)In the hospital, I stand and wait in the emergency room. The nurse said the doctor was about to examine Ashlyn. Abby is still clinging to me, her small body trembling with fear. I know I need to get her out of here.I dial Anne’s number. “Jayden?” she answers quickly, concern evident in her voice.“It’s all a mess, Anne. Winona is in jail, Ashlyn is in emergency—I think she’s lost the baby—and I’m here with Abby at the hospital waiting,” I explain, my voice strained with emotion.“Oh god. What happened?” Anne asks, the worry in her tone deepening.“They struggled, Ashlyn fell down the stairs. Anne, I think Winona pushed her,” I confess, the words heavy on my tongue.“No. She wouldn’t,” Anne insists.“Her state of mind lately, I don’t know. Has she told you anything?” I ask, desperate for some clarity.“I haven’t heard from her. I just assumed everything was fine,” Anne replies.“It was, I mean, really fine. But then her father turned up,” I say, frustration seeping into my vo
(Winona)I sit in the cold, sterile interview room, my heart pounding in my chest. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glare on the metal table between me and the two detectives.My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of my chair, trying to steady myself. Every muscle in my body is tense, and my throat feels like it’s closing up.“Ms. Nolan, you need to understand the seriousness of these charges,” the older detective says, his voice gruff. “We have multiple witnesses who saw you push Ashlyn Brennan down those stairs. She is pressing attempted murder charges.”“I didn’t push her!” I insist, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. “She set me up! She said horrible things to me, she provoked me!” I can feel my pulse in my temples, each beat a reminder of my mounting panic.The younger detective leans forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “We’ve done our homework, Ms. Nolan. We know about your history with Mrs. Brennan and Jayden Brennan. There’s a lo
(Winona)“We’re doing everything we can,” he replies, his tone firm. “But right now, you need to focus on staying calm and cooperating. Don’t talk to anyone unless I’m present. I need the truth from you, Winona, no matter what. You don’t lie to me, okay?”I nod, though my mind is far from calm. Every step feels heavy, each echoing footfall a reminder of the nightmare I’m trapped in. They lead me to a solitary cell, the door clanging shut behind me. The silence is oppressive, and I feel the weight of it pressing down on me.“I’ll be back to talk to you soon. I need the full story, from the start. Are you prepared to talk to me?”“Of course. I’m not sure I can afford you, though.”“Let’s worry about that later. I’ll see you soon.” He strides off, and the sound of the door locking echoes in the quiet.I pace the small space, my thoughts racing. How did everything go so wrong? Just a few days ago, I was hopeful about starting a new chapter with Jayden and Abby. Hopeful that we could blen
(Jayden)I glance into the window of the hospital room and see Ashlyn, laying there. Her face is devoid of emotion, her expression blank. There are no tears, no redness around her eyes, nothing to indicate the trauma of losing a baby.Surely no one would go so far as to frame someone else, even to the extent of losing their own child? Perhaps, Ashlyn’s capacity for manipulation really knows no bounds. My biggest question is, how much of this has my mother been involved in?I know Ashlyn intimately, and she’s always been dramatic, always excessively theatrical when it comes to dealing with personal matters, particularly concerning Winona and me. My only option now is honesty; this marriage must end, regardless of the circumstances.Baby or no baby, continuing this marriage is impossible. In hindsight, I should never have rushed into this union. I thought we could somehow make it work, but the ongoing saga with Winona has affected Ashlyn more than I had realized, and it’s clear now s
(Winona)It’s been the longest night. I’m sitting in the solitary cell, the silence suffocating me. I barely slept and I couldn’t eat the pittance of breakfast they brought in this morning.All I can think about is Abby and getting out of here.The harsh light overhead doesn’t help it feel less sterile and cold. My lawyer, a sharp, insightful man, sits across on a foldable chair they’ve brought in for him. He’s the only person allowed in here alone with me.“We need to prove Ashlyn orchestrated this whole scenario,” he says, his voice echoing slightly off the concrete walls. “Your father could be key to this, but his credibility is questionable given his history. We can’t rely solely on his testimony.”I rub my hands together, feeling the cold seeping into my bones. “He’s easily bought off. Who’s to say he won’t just take a better offer from Ashlyn or someone else and turn against us?”The lawyer nods. “Exactly. That’s why we need something solid, something undeniable. The best shot w
(Winona)I try to gather my thoughts as the cell door creaks open again. This time, it’s Jayden. My heart leaps, but his face is set in a hard, unforgiving mask. My breath catches in my throat.“Jayden?” I whisper, standing up, my hands trembling. “What are you doing here? How did you get in to see me?”“You know money talks. This is the one and only time I’ll speak to you.”“What are you here for?”He doesn’t respond right away, just looks at me with a mix of anger and pain. His jaw is clenched tight, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. “I can’t believe it, Winona,” he finally says, his voice cold. “The evidence is too strong. I saw what I saw. How could you do this? How could you push her?”“Jayden, I didn’t! You have to believe me. She set me up!” I plead, tears streaming down my face, my voice cracking with desperation.“Set you up? Do you realize how insane that sounds? She lost our baby, Winona! My baby!” His voice rises, filled with anguish. “No one would kill their own baby li
(Cass)I stride through the penthouse, my stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose.I know I look good—stunning, actually. This dress hugs every curve just right, and the deep emerald green makes my eyes pop.Tonight is about reminding myself that I have a feminine side and I’m not afraid to use it. Gabriel may have been part of my past, but I’m going to show him just how irresistible the present me is. But as I head towards the elevator, Viktor steps out, his tall frame filling the space and his expression hard as stone. He crosses his arms and plants himself directly in front of the doors. “Ready for your date then??” he asks, his voice low, almost a growl. “You know I am,” I reply, refusing to let him intimidate me. “Unless you plan to stand there all night.” His eyes rake over me, lingering just a second too long on the neckline of my dress before snapping back to my face. “You’re really going out with Gabriel.” It’s not a question. “Yes, I am.” I tilt my
(Jayden)I find her on her laptop. “How are you really feeling?” I ask, standing by the edge of the bed. She looks up, her eyes softening. “Tired, but okay. It’s good to be home. That makes me feel one thousand percent better. You’ve got that look.”“What look?” I ask, kicking off my shoes and stripping down to my boxers.“The one that says you’ve got something weighing on you,” she replies, her tone softer now.I sigh, running a hand through my hair and sit on the edge of the bed. “It’s Cass. She’s in danger, Winona. Real danger.”Winona shifts, her eyes narrowing with concern. “What kind of danger? How?”“Don Alejandro, he hasn’t been arrested. He’s gone underground and he’s still calling the shots,” I say, my voice low.“But Cass has nothing to do with him, or Mia anymore. Gus cleared her of anything drug-related. How can she be in danger?”“Cass went to her old apartment. To clear it up. Trying to make a clean slate, I think. While she was there, they turned up.”“Who?”“Mia fir
(Jayden)“Daddy’s home!” Abbey squeals, her feet thundering across the wooden floor towards me. I barely have time to drop my briefcase before she launches herself at me. I scoop her up, spinning her in a slow circle while she giggles wildly. “Hey, princess,” I say, kissing her cheek. “Did you miss me?” She nods, curls bouncing. “Missed you so much! Mommy’s upstairs. She said you were bringing Henry back, but you didn’t. Where is he?” “Henry’s asleep in the car,” I explain, setting her down. “I’ll grab him in a minute. I had to get my Abbey hug first.” Bobby appears in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame like he’s auditioning for a teen drama. “Dinner’s almost ready. Sarah and I are making sure everything’s perfect for Mom. We’re making up trays.” “That so?” I ruffle his hair, and he swats my hand away with a grin. “Good work, kid. You’re the man of the house when I’m not here, right?” “Obviously,” he says, puffing his chest out. “This place would fall apart without
(Mia)“You know what, Gabriel?” I say, my voice sharp. “Maybe you’re not as noble as you want everyone to believe. You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re not trying to protect this family. You’re trying to control it.”He narrows his eyes. “What are you talking about?”“Don’t play dumb,” I snap. “You just want Brennan Industries for yourself. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? Turning Ana and Eva against me so they’ll sell to you.”“That’s ridiculous,” Gabriel retorts, his tone cold. “I’m protecting the company from you. You’ve already proven you can’t be trusted. Someone has to safeguard what Papá built.”“What Papa started,” I say, crossing my arms. “That company was built by Judy Brennan. Our father was an awful businessman. But he loved us, all of us. Don’t forget, Gabriel, we all share the same blood. The same father. We all deserve to benefit from the legacy, not just you.”Ana shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting between us. “Mía, it’s not about taking sides
(Mia)The townhouse is spotless. Every vase, every gold fixture, every inch of marble gleams under the crystal chandelier’s glow. I’ve made sure of it, not for me, but for them. My family is coming, and I know the judgment in their eyes will be as sharp as their words. They will think I don’t belong here. Such luxury and display of wealth is unbecoming. I should be more humble. Show more gratitude and grace.I don’t care. I do belong here. All I want is for mother to love and respect me as a woman. Not to always see me as her baby girl who needs constant mothering.I straighten the throw pillows for the third time, my nerves simmering beneath my skin. When the doorbell rings, I force my shoulders back and my face into a practiced smile. “Come in,” I say as I open the door. Mama steps in first, her dark eyes scanning the room like she’s searching for something to scold me about. Behind her, Ana and Eva follow, their expressions less obvious but no less guarded. Gabriel brings up
(Winona)“Winona,” he says, walking over to kiss my temple. “Welcome home. It feels so good here, right?”“You feel it too?” That makes me happy. Knowing Jayden feels the same vibe the kids and I do in this place.“You chose perfectly. I’m heading out for a meeting with Gus and Viktor. Figured I’d take Henry with me. He can nap in the car. If that’s okay with you? Is Henry being with Gus okay?” I nod. “Gus visited me, and we sorted some stuff. It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you.”He kisses my lips and whispers in my ear, “I can’t wait to snuggle with you tonight. I have missed you so, so much after dinner time.” He nuzzles my ear.I smile as Henry tries to grab my hair.“Hey, you two, get a room!” Lisa teases.“Oh, we will.” He steps away and Henry reaches for me and I hold his little hand in mine. I’ve missed him so much.“Anyway, I better bounce. Get this Global Nexus stuff done,” Jayden says.“Henry can stay here if it’s easier.”“No need. He’s my right-hand man these days. H
(Winona)The moment I step into the farmhouse, the scent of lavender and woodland spice welcomes me like an old friend. I know it’s one of Klara’s aromatherapy concoctions that I love.Lisa has given me a ride home to save Jayden the trip into the city as he’s here with the kids.The kids are buzzing around like a small tornado, their excitement obvious. It’s a stark contrast to the opulence of Brussels high-end estate or Jayden’s Penthouse here. This place is different. It’s ours. Once I have the renovations done, it will still be luxurious, of course—heated floors, state-of-the-art kitchen, and furnishings you’d see in a design magazine—but not excessive.It’s cozy, warm, and every inch of it feels lived-in. It’s like the cottage in a way. A family home but this place has something the cottage didn’t have. A history in its walls of previous families. It feels like home in a way nowhere else I’ve ever lived has.Even my townhouse, which was perfect for me at the time, pales in com
(Cass)I sit on the couch at Jayden’s penthouse, picking at my nails, while Viktor stands near the window, arms crossed, eyes focused on the city below.His broad shoulders are tense, his entire posture screaming disapproval.I’ve just told him what I overheard in my apartment and he’s acting like I heard it on purpose.“Say it,” I snap, breaking the silence.He turns, his blue eyes icy. “You shouldn’t have gone there alone.”“Tell me why you went there,” he demands, his voice a coiled spring ready to snap. “I didn’t know they’d be there!” I snap, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “I was cleaning up, minding my own business, and then they just… showed up.” “Does anyone else know?” he growls, his accent thickening with his anger. “Did you see anyone on the way in, or out? If he finds out…” “No.” I fire back. “No one else was around. Stop being so dramatic.”“You need to take this seriously,” he says, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Don Alejandro is one of the most danger
(Winona)“Judy really taught me everything I know about being self-reliant and a strong woman, but she taught me in all the wrong ways. By threatening my life and the life of my children. I mean she almost took the life of her son more than once.”“Judy only knew extreme. But she also knew how to cover her tracks.”“She brought danger to my doorstep that I’d fought so long to keep away. I will not miss her in any way. I never loved her. But I do feel for Jayden, and for you.”He tilts his head, his sharp eyes locking onto mine. “Life must look very different for you now Judy’s gone. Knowing she won’t be there to interfere.” I take a moment to think about it. “Honestly? Yeah, I am. Judy had a way of… making you doubt yourself. Questioning every move you made. It’s exhausting, constantly looking over your shoulder, waiting for her to strike.” “She was good at that,” Gus says with a small, humorless chuckle. “Always did everything to the highest degree.”“Certainly cannot fault her wor