(Jayden)The hospital lights are harsh, sterile, and the hum of machines fills the air. It’s become background noise to me at this point. I sit in the chair next to Henry’s isolation room, staring at him through the glass.His tiny body is hooked up to so many tubes and wires that it makes my heart ache just to look at him. I wish I could touch him. Feel his tiny hand grip my finger.The nurse said they’ve identified the virus, started him on antivirals. But it was still touch and go, and Henry is still in isolation.All I can do is sit here and wait, feeling completely useless about everything. Winona included.“Jayden?” The doctor’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up, trying to focus.“Doctor, I didn’t expect to see you here so late.”“I’m afraid Henry isn’t the only infant with this virus now. It’s been a very long day.”“Mine too. Do you know where the virus came from?”“Not exactly, that’s why isolation still stands. But we’ll track it down eventually.”“How is he re
(Winona)I pull the GPS tracker out of my bag, the tiny device feeling foreign in my palm. I tie it into my hair, tucking it into the tight bun I’ve secured high on my head.My fingers tremble as I make sure it’s hidden.I have a lifeline, but that doesn’t make me feel any less on edge.I don’t know how long Jayden will take to get here, but I’m using every minute to get prepared. My mind keeps circling back to everything that’s happened. I left him.He stood at the altar, humiliated in front of everyone—our family, our friends. The children. Our children.I push the guilt down as best as I can, but it sits heavy on my chest like a weight I can’t shake. I made that choice, and I had no other. I had to leave. For Cass.Gus drove us to this nearby camp—an odd place, not quite a hotel, but functional enough. There’s a kitchen, a bathroom, and some food. I’ve showered and put on layers of warm clothes, thinking ahead for when I find Cass.She might need them more than me.I slip a small n
(Winona)“Good question,” I say. “Let’s ask Gus.”I motion for Gus to come in, and he steps into the room, the tension between him and Jayden feels like it could explode at any moment.“Jayden raised a good point. How will you know when I’m with Cass?” I ask him.“There’s a button to press on the GPS,” Gus explains. “It’ll send us an alarm. Then we’ll know you are with her, and we can proceed getting you two out of there. If I can get a chopper in Mexico to get you both, I will.”“What if you can’t?”“We’ll get you to a more public place by road.”“That’s it?” Jayden says, glaring at Gus. “What if that doesn’t work? What if Cass is injured and can’t move?”“We’ll have people on the ground following, remember we will be tracking you. All you need to do is press that button once you are with Cass and you can both move together safely.” Gus replies calmly.“How do I know who to trust?” I ask, my heart racing.“They’ll show you a symbol,” Gus says, pulling out his phone to show me an imag
(Winona)Can’t take a commercial flight. I’m carrying the ransom. I’ll get to Cancun by private jet tomorrow morning.The phone buzzes, and my stomach lurches. A call from Cass’s phone.I press accept and put the phone to my ear.“You said tomorrow? We said tonight,” the voice on the other end is cold.“Yes,” I say, my voice steady. “I’m carrying a significant amount of cash and jewelry. I can’t go through commercial airport security with that. Private jet is the only option.”There’s a pause, then, “you’re not in a position to make demands.”“I’m not making demands,” I reply, my voice firm. “I’m telling you what’s possible. The earliest I can get there is tomorrow morning. I’ll bring the ransom. You bring Cass.”Another pause, and I can hear the tension in the silence. My heart races, and I force myself to breathe steadily. I can’t show any fear. Not now.“Fine,” the voice says. “But don’t think you can play games with us. If you try anything, if we suspect something, your sister’s d
(Jayden)I’m standing behind Gus, watching the GPS signal flicker on his laptop screen. My stomach’s in knots as I see the tiny dot moving further inland, away from the border. Not toward safety.Not toward any escape route Gus has promised.“They’re moving in the wrong direction,” I say, my voice tight with panic and frustration. “What the hell is going on? You said you had this under control.”Gus doesn’t flinch, keeping his eyes locked on the screen, his fingers tapping something into the keyboard. He’s pulling up more maps, more satellite imagery.His face is set like stone as he calculates something. “I’ll handle it.”I can’t just stand here and trust that everything will be fine. Not with Winona and Cass in that van, being driven who the hell knows where. My gut catapults, every nerve in my body screaming for me to do something—anything—but I don’t even know where to start.I stare at him, my fists clenched. “You better do something, fast. Winona is out there risking her life—
(Jayden)“So, all of this... Winona, Cass, even me—this is all part of their plan to get to you?”“Yes,” Gus says quietly. “They’re using you to get to me because they know you’re my heir. They think if they can take you, I’ll do whatever they want to keep you alive. They are right.”“And you let it get this far,” I snap, anger boiling up inside me. “You let them put my family in danger because of your goddamn secrets.”Gus doesn’t flinch. “I’ve been trying to contain it. To keep them away from you. But now... things are moving faster than I anticipated. They’re getting desperate, and that’s why they took Cass.”I stare at him, my mind racing. “What about Greg? Was he involved in any of this?”Gus hesitates, and for a moment, I think he’s not going to answer. But then he nods. “Greg knew about some of it. Not everything, but enough. Let’s just say, he was never savvy enough to do what I do.”Gus taps into this message screen again before he continues.“He knocked up Maria on his very
(Winona)The van’s interior feels like a cage. Cold metal presses against my back as I cling to Cass, who’s trembling next to me, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Across from us, the man with the gun stares at us, silent and still.Like a predator waiting to pounce.I scan the guy, desperate to find any sign of the symbol Gus mentioned, something that would give me hope that he’s on our side. But there’s nothing. No mark, no subtle hint of trustworthiness—just a cold, empty stare.The air between us is heavy with fear and unspoken threats.Cass grips my arm tighter, her knuckles white. I can feel the tension in her, the fear radiating off her in waves. I need to do something, say something, to keep her from falling apart completely.“Where are we going?” I ask, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.The man shifts, his eyes narrowing. “Shut up,” he snaps, his voice low and dangerous.I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay calm. This guy’s not going to tell us anything
(Winona)The voices outside get louder, someone’s prying the van door open. I glance at Cass; she’s barely conscious, leaning against the van wall. Her head is still bleeding through the makeshift bandage I wrapped around her forehead.Sweat beads down her face, and her breathing is shallow.She needs some proper medical attention.I can’t tell if the people outside are friends or foe. Gus told me to look for the symbol, but there’s been nothing so far. Nothing on the guy in here with us, and nothing indicating these voices belong to the Nexus Global team Gus mentioned.Who are they? Cartel? Or Gus’s team?I clutch the large semi-automatic rifle tighter in my hand. If it’s Nexus Global, we’re safe. But if it’s not…I hold the butt of the gun against my shoulder in readiness for the wrong side opening that door.“Hang on, Cass,” I whisper, brushing some of her damp hair out of her face. Her eyes flicker open for a moment. “Stay with me.”She nods.The sound of metal groaning as the doo
(Winona)The law office feels oppressive, the kind of place that absorbs every ounce of emotion and holds it hostage.Lisa sits beside me, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her skirt. She’s trying to look composed, but the redness around her eyes gives her away. She hasn’t stopped crying since Lance’s death.I glance at the empty chair where Jayden should be. I tried to convince him to come, but he flat-out refused. Too much history. Too much pain. I can’t force him, and honestly, I don’t have the energy to try. I wasted enough of my life trying to change Jayden’s mind on things.I’m free of Judy and I’m going to make the most of that. This much I do know. But first, I need to get Lisa through this tragedy and broken heart.The lawyer clears his throat. “Thank you for coming. We are here for the reading of Lance Edward Collins’ last will and testament. Copies of the document will be provided after this session.”Lisa shifts in her seat, her breathing shallow. I reach over and squ
(Jayden) My driver pulls up outside Brennan Industries, and I step out, the morning air biting against my skin.Lance’s absence is a void that’s both personal and professional, and the tension in my shoulders feels like it’s pulling me apart. He was the best and matching him won’t be easy. But Lance had something here that is hard to find. He cared about his work and his colleagues.Lance was never in it for the money. His money came from his parents. But he wanted to be a part of something and belong somewhere and Brennan Industries was that for him.Inside, the lobby is busy but there’s a definite subdued energy. This speaks volumes about the morale of the staff. Mother and Lance both leave a huge gap and it’s my job now to bridge that.As I walk through, people greet me with polite nods and murmured “Good mornings.” Their eyes follow me, probably trying to gauge how things will change now that I’m back.I reach the top floor boardroom, the management team is already gathered and
(Winona)Lisa sits curled into the corner of her couch, her legs tucked beneath her and a blanket draped across her lap.“So, one reading down, one to go,” I say, setting two mugs on the coffee table and taking a seat in the armchair across from her. “Are you ready?” She looks up, blinking like she’s coming out of a daze. “Yeah, well... I don’t think I can be there. It’s still too much.” “Fair.” I lean forward, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. “I know it’s hard. But it’s a start, you know? A start to getting on the other side of all this.” She shrugs.“I’ll be right by your side.”Lisa exhales slowly, tugging the blanket tighter. “It’s just... everything. The way it happened. The way he let me in and really loved me for those few days. The way he left. And now this reading, like it’s going to somehow tie up all the loose ends. But it won’t, will it? Nothing changes that he’s gone.” I nod, letting her words hang in the air for a moment. “No, it doesn’t change that. But it mig
(Winona)The law office is still and cold, a contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside me. Jayden sits beside me, his jaw set, shoulders tight with the tension he’s carried for days.I can tell he’s ready for this to be over but also bracing for whatever last hand Judy might play.“You okay?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer at first, his stare fixed on the polished table.“No,” he finally says. “But let’s get it done.”Mr. Carter, the lawyer, clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. “Thank you all for being here. We are gathered for the reading of the final will and testament of Judith Ann Brennan.”Jayden shifts in his chair, his knee bouncing with restless energy. I can feel the heat of his frustration, but I keep my hands to myself. No comfort from me is going to land right at this moment.“This will was last amended six months ago,” Carter continues. “Mrs. Brennan made several significant changes, which we will now outline. Copies of the full document will be provided afterw
(Jayden)The elevator dings, and the penthouse opens up before me. This used to be my happy place. Where I could unwind and take in the city lights with a nightcap or three. Before kids.Now it looks like an executive man cave with a family shoved in.I was an idiot for pushing that idea. There’s a crooked home-made banner saying Welcome Daddy, and a tray of icing and sprinkle laden cupcakes on the side table. My heart surges.A chorus of voices breaks through. “Daddy!” Abby’s little feet pound the hardwood floor as she barrels toward me, her arms wide and her face split into a grin. She wraps herself around my leg like a koala. “You’re early!”“Hey, princess,” I say, lifting her up as Bobby and Sarah rush in right behind her. Bobby grabs my middle in a tight hug, and Sarah hovers just slightly back, smiling shyly. “I sure am. Surprise!”“Missed you, Dad,” she says softly.“I missed you too, kiddo,” I reply, wrapping my free arm around her.Winona’s voice carries from the living room,
(Jayden)The clock on my desk blinks 12:47 AM, but the late hour doesn’t register anymore.I’ve spent the last few hours in calls and emails, trying to coordinate everything: the will readings, the services, the logistics of leaving Nexus Global in capable hands while I head back to the States.I hit call on Viktor’s number, knowing he’ll be awake. He always seems awake. I wonder if he’s actually human sometimes.“Jayden,” Viktor answers on the second ring, his voice sharp and alert. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing’s wrong,” I say quickly. “I need to talk to you about Nexus. I’m flying back to the States soon, and I need someone I can trust to hold things down while I’m gone.”There’s a brief pause, then a low chuckle. “You’re not serious.”“Dead serious.”“Jayden,” Viktor says evenly, “I don’t run billion-dollar companies. I handle security, strategy, and occasionally beating people to a pulp if they get too close.”“You also know Nexus Global inside out,” I counter. “You’ve been in the tre
(Winona)The hospital release is a relief, but it doesn’t wipe away the worry. By the time Lisa arrives, I’m eager to get back to the penthouse.“You look awful,” Lisa says, her tone blunt as ever, but there’s concern in her eyes.“Gee, Thanks, Lisa. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” I grin.“Hey, at least you’re walking out of here,” she retorts, falling into step beside me. “So, what’s the verdict?”“Blood pressure’s back down, no signs of infection or anything. But they told me to call if I feel anything even slightly off.” I know they think I’ll lose this baby and it makes me feel a little hopeless.“Good,” she says, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re not exactly known for taking it easy.”I glance at her, surprised by her willingness to show up. “Thanks for coming. Did you watch the USB?”“No. Not yet. I just can’t,” she says quickly. “But I needed to get out of the apartment anyway. Sitting there being angry about Lance wasn’t doing me any favors. He did what he did, and I
(Winona)It’s been months since Henry was discharged from Neonatal, but the memories of sleepless nights, anxious conversations, and cautious hope are still fresh. Now here I am again but for my own pregnancy.Nurse Ellen Mitchell spots me first. “Winona Brennan!” she greets with a wide smile, her sharp eyes immediately scanning me like a mother hen. “Europe didn’t steal you away permanently, huh? Is Henry okay?”I laugh softly. “He is thriving. I’m here for… me, this time.”Ellen nods and squeezes my arm in support, gesturing toward the exam room. “We got you. Dr. Harris and Dr. Reeves are ready. Let’s see how you’re holding up.”Inside, the doctor’s room feels like it always did with Nurse Casey Ramirez prepping the equipment. “Look who it is,” she says with a grin. “Our favorite mama. How’s Henry? Still dazzling the world?”I smile, relaxing a little. “He’s doing great. Eats like a trucker and sleeps like an angel when he’s not too busy chasing after Bobby’s cat.”These ladies were
(Jayden)The phone rings just as I finish my third coffee of the morning. I glance at the caller ID: Unknown.But I know it’s Gus. I take a deep breath. This is going to be challenging. I answer, keeping my tone even. “Jayden Brennan.” “Jayden,” Gus replies. “Awful news. I can hardly imagine what you’re going through.” “I’m managing. There’s a lot to get through.” “Yes. Have they released the bodies yet?” “Just waiting on final paperwork, so probably tomorrow. How are you?” “Shit,” he admits, and the bluntness catches me off guard. “Judy’s gone, and I can’t quite believe it.”He exhales. “My biggest regret is not making us a family all that time ago. And now she’s just… gone.” I let the silence stretch, unsure how to respond.“I tried to fix things recently,” Gus continues. “Hoped I could. But Judy played me as much as she played everyone else. She loved me, yes, but she was never going to stop punishing me.” “She knew what she was doing, Gus,” I say. “She manipulated everyo