(Winona)The doors swing open, and there’s a collective gasp from the guests as I step into the aisle. I can feel all eyes on me, eager faces turning to watch as I make my way toward Jayden.My heart is pounding, but not from nerves this time—just excitement, pure and simple.The dress floats around me, the delicate lace catching the soft light as I move. It’s a modern cut, sleek and fitted through the bodice, with intricate old-fashioned lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves.The fabric hugs my curves, but in the most elegant way, and the long detachable skirt trails behind me, creating a dramatic, sweeping train. The long, lace-trimmed veil covers my face and blends down over the train perfectly.Every bit of it feels like a dream.Underneath the lace, there’s the smoothness of silk, soft and luxurious against my skin. And once the ceremony is done, I’ll detach the skirt and train, revealing the more understated reception dress underneath. It’s the perfect combination of cl
(Winona)As we walk back down the aisle, hand in hand, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. Everything feels perfect—the ceremony, Jayden, the kids. This is exactly how I imagined it should be.But as we step into the side room, away from the guests, there’s still one more moment that I’ve been waiting for. Jayden squeezes my hand, and we both turn to face Bobby, Sarah, and Abby, who are waiting with wide eyes.This isn’t just about the two of us—it’s about all of us.The adoption paperwork is laid out on a small table, and the judge stands nearby, ready for the next part of the ceremony. I catch Bobby’s eye, and he gives me a small, almost nervous smile.Sarah’s fidgeting with the hem of her dress, clearly excited but trying to stay calm.This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for—the one that makes us an official family.Jayden steps forward, his voice soft but firm. “Bobby, Sarah,” he says, looking at them both with a serious expression, “you two have been through so much, and
(Winona)The soft hum of chatter and laughter fills the grand ballroom, but all I can focus on is Jayden’s hand resting on my waist as we stand in the middle of the dance floor.The lights are dim, casting a warm glow over everything, and the music begins to swell as the DJ starts our first dance.Jayden’s eyes lock onto mine, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he pulls me close. “You ready for this, Mrs. Brennan?”I can’t help but grin. “I’ve never been more ready.”We start to move together, slow and easy, like we’ve done this a million times before. In a way, we have—through all the ups and downs, through the chaos and the heartbreak.But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s perfect.The world around us fades, the guests disappearing from my mind as I rest my head against Jayden’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek.His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer, and I let out a contented sigh.“We did it,” he whispers into my ear, his breath war
(Jayden)I blink, adjusting to the light as I wake, feeling Winona’s body curled up against mine, her head resting on my chest. The quiet of the morning wraps around us.It’s one of those rare moments of peace. The kids are still asleep, no wonder. It was a night ending in wedding cake and ice cream. But for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no rush, no tension. Just us.Winona stirs, her fingers brushing lazily over my skin. “Morning, Mr. Brennan,” she murmurs, her voice heavy with sleep.I grin, tightening my arm around her. “Morning, Mrs. Brennan. How’re you feeling?”She lets out a soft laugh, lifting her head slightly to meet my eyes. “Like I got hit by a truck, in the best way possible.”Last night flashes through my mind, the night we shared. Passion, relief, and love all rolled into one. I can’t help but smile. “You looked incredible yesterday. But you look even better now.”Winona rolls her eyes playfully. “Yeah I bet my bed hair and panda eyes are killer.”
(Winona)I can’t believe we’re here. Henry’s car seat is strapped securely in the back, and Jayden’s driving slower than I’ve ever seen him. The hospital discharged him today—our baby boy.Finally, after months of fear and sleepless nights, we get to bring him home. I glance back at him, his tiny little body bundled up in warm clothes and woolen hat.He’s still so small, but he looks so much better than the first time I saw him hooked up to a thousand machines. Now he looks like any smaller newborn, but he’s already been on the earth almost five months.“How are you doing back there, little man?” I say, though I know he won’t respond. I just like talking to him. His eyes are open, drifting slowly around as he takes in the world.Maybe I should have sat in the back with him. He doesn’t cry, but he looks squirmy. I hope I’m up to caring for him. I’m very, very nervous about it,Jayden glances at me, his hand resting on my knee. “You okay?”I nod, even though a lump forms in my throat. “
(Winona)It’s been a few days since we brought Henry home, and it feels like the house is running on a delicate balance of chaos and calm. The kids are adjusting to not being quite so noisy over the weekend, but it’s a lot.Jayden’s been amazing—stepping in with the older kids when I’m too exhausted, making sure everything is in order with Henry’s equipment, and juggling his own work in between. But I’m not forgetting he will be gone soon.Right now, Henry’s sleeping in the automatic swing next to me, his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching him breathe.After everything, just seeing him here, breathing on his own... It feels like a miracle.Jayden took Bobby and Sarah out for a walk to the park, giving them some fresh air. Abby’s curled up on the couch, flipping through a picture book. She hasn’t let Henry out of her sight since we brought him home. Wouldn’t even go to the park.She’s obsessed, constantly asking to help feed him or tou
(Jayden)I lean against the kitchen counter, my eyes on the kids as they sit at the dining table, happily eating lunch. Bobby and Sarah are laughing at something Abby said, and it’s one of those rare moments where everything seems perfect.But there’s a pit in my stomach, and I can’t ignore it.Nexus Global is the thing I need to deal with right now and the sooner I do the better. I’ve had calls and emails from various people in the team and none of them seem at all sympathetic to my situation.In fact, they give the impression that I’m being weak by wanting to support my family. I’m not sure if I’ll ever fit in with this team. Things seem to be done so differently over there.I can’t even go and ask for help from Gus as he goes through the trial process. So I’m on my own.My phone buzzes in my pocket. I already know who it is. Hugo Devereux. He’s been calling every day, demanding my attention for some Nexus Global crisis or other.I swipe away the notification for the third time toda
(Winona)Henry’s finally asleep, and the house is settling into that sweet, quiet lull that comes after a long, hectic day. I recheck the monitor and tiptoe out of the nursery, closing the door softly behind me, and head downstairs.It’s still surreal having Henry home, and part of me feels like I should be watching over him constantly, but the doctors assured us that the specialist equipment and nanny support would alert us if anything goes wrong.The monitor screens are set up in the living and kitchen areas and our bedroom. But I am well aware I need to relax and let go a little as well. I’m not going to end up being a helicopter mom when the kid’s sixteen.It’s bad enough now, I can’t focus on my work and business right now. I’m going away for an extended time. Phillip needs support at work and I’m still getting hit with the awkwardness every time I see him. I have to make a choice soon.Is it time to sell up my half and become a fulltime Mom?But enough of that. Cass is here and
(Winona)The sight of their toys scattered across the floor feels like a lifeline in the middle of a horrible dream. Despite how I felt when I left here, the penthouse actually feels like home now. Familiar and safe.As I step out of the elevator, Anne greets me softly. “They’re asleep. They were very happy to see their things and Bobby settled the cat in first. They even did all their chores without being asked,” she pauses, studying my face. “How are you holding up?”I set my bag down on the counter and exhale. “I’m managing. Lisa’s... not okay, but I think she’ll be fine as time passes. She’s angry at Lance for giving up.”Anne nods, her expression sympathetic. “And Jayden?”“He’s focused on logistics, keeping himself busy. He’s bringing Lance and Judy back to the States soon, sorting out the wills, the services... everything. I think he’s in shock, honestly.”Anne steps closer, placing a comforting hand on my arm. “And you? You’re shouldering so much right now. Are you really okay
(Winona)Lisa finally emerges from her bedroom, her eyes red-rimmed, her face pale.I stand from the couch, where I’ve been sitting for what feels like hours.“Hey,” I say softly.She doesn’t answer at first, just walks to the kitchen. Her movements are slow, deliberate, like she’s holding herself together with sheer will.I take a tentative step closer. “Lisa... can I get you anything?”She turns to me, her expression a mix of sadness and exhaustion as she shakes her head. “I don’t know, Winona. None of this feels real.”Her voice breaks, and she presses her hands against the counter, her head bowed. “I’m so angry at him. I’m so damn angry. Why did he have to do this?”I move closer, keeping my voice gentle. “I know. And it’s not fair. None of it is. But you’re allowed to feel everything. The anger, the disbelief, the confusion—it’s all valid.”She lets out a shaky breath, lifting her head to meet my gaze. “I wish he loved me enough to stick around.”“No, Lisa,” I say firmly. “He lov
(Jayden)“She loves you, Jayden. Her life has been crap. And you’ve got another baby on the way now. That’s big, man. That’s bigger than anything else. Don’t screw it up.”I flinch at the mention of the pregnancy. How did he know? Winona must’ve told him. Of course, she did. She trusted him.“Look,” Lance says, leaning back in his chair, “I know you’re pissed at me right now. Hell, you’ve got every right to be. But don’t let that anger eat you alive. Find a way to forgive. Not me—I don’t deserve it—but for yourself. For those kids. They need you, Jayden. All of them.”His voice softens again, and he smiles faintly. “You were my brother, Jayden. The only real family I ever had. You, Winona, and Lisa... you made my unbearable childhood memories bearable. And I know I wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But I’m grateful for you. For everything.”He pauses, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “I wasn’t perfect, but I was awesome. And don’t dwell on not having a mother now, we all expect p
The screen flickers for a moment before Lance appears, sitting in what looks like his hotel. He’s bruised from our fight—his eyes still dark, his knuckles marked. But he’s himself, leaning back in a chair with his usual grin. Even battered, he looks at ease.My heart is in my throat as it hits me that I’ll never see him again. He was my ride or die. He chose to die.“Jayden,” he begins, tilting his head. “You son of a bitch. You threw the first punch again. Or rather you mowed me down before I could do anything. Let’s just get that out of the way. That’s the only reason you ever landed one on me.”A laugh escapes me. Typical Lance. Even now, he finds a way to turn the pain into a joke.“Look, I know you’ve got questions. Probably a lot of them. Maybe you’re angry, or maybe you’re just sitting there thinking, ‘What the hell, Lance?’ So let me explain… as much as I can.”He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. “I always knew this was how I’d go out. One day, when the time was right, I’
(Jayden)It’s been hours since I walked in on that horror scene, but my mind is still running on adrenaline. The detectives have been and gone, ruling it a straightforward case of murder-suicide.I’m not sure what to feel about that—relief that it’s simple enough to close quickly, or anger that they’ve already written off Lance’s actions and the death of my mother with such cold efficiency. I push those thoughts aside. There are practical things to handle, and that’s where I focus. Emotions can wait. I sit at the desk in my suite, surrounded by a chaos of papers and my phone. Viktor is dealing with much of it and I know he’s going to contact Gus. Cass sits on the arm of the couch, her arms crossed, watching me like a hawk. I dial my lawyer, leaning back in the chair as I press the phone to my ear. The familiar voice on the other end picks up after a few rings. I know this will have hits all the media outlets by now but I refuse to watch any of it.“Jayden, how can I help?” I keep
(Winona)It’s been hours since Lisa shut herself in her bedroomI knock softly. “Lisa? It’s me.”No answer.I crack the door open, peeking inside. The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of her bedside lamp. She’s curled up on the bed, facing the wall, her body still.“Lisa,” I say softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Can I get you a tea, or coffee?”Her voice comes out muffled, raw. “I can’t, Winona. Not now.”She turns her head slightly, her eyes red and swollen. “He didn’t even let me help him. Those last few days…were so perfect, why couldn’t he see how perfect they were?”I reach out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Lance loved you. I know he did. But we know the pain he always carried.”She shakes her head violently. “If he loved me, he wouldn’t have done this! He wouldn’t have left me like this.”Her words dissolve into sobs, and I gather her into my arms. She clings to me, her grief pouring out unchecked. “I know,” I whisper. “I know.”For what feels lik
(Winona)Jayden’s voice trembles through the phone. “They’re here.”“Viktor and Cass?” I ask, trying to steady my own voice.“Yeah.” His tone is flat, exhausted. “They just arrived. The detective’s here too.”“Let them help, Jayden,” I say softly. “You don’t have to do this by yourself.”“It doesn’t feel real, Winona. Lance didn’t even... warn me. He didn’t give me a chance to stop him. I didn’t want to discuss it with him, I didn't want to forgive him, but I didn’t want this…”“It’s not your fault,” I say firmly, though my own heart aches. “You couldn’t have known.”The sound of muffled footsteps grows louder, and then a new voice cuts in, Cass’s, calm and strong. “Winona, it’s me. Jayden, the detective would like a few words.”“Cass.” Relief washes over me. “You’re there. Thank God.”“I’ve got him,” she says, her voice resolute. “You take care of yourself and Lisa. How is she?”Tears sting my eyes. “She’s broken. Really broken.”“It can’t be easy. Viktor’s in full protector mode. He
(Jayden)The flashing lights of ambulances and police cars light up the hotel’s entrance as I run the last few of the distance. My stomach churns, the bile rising in my throat as I close in on the foyer. This can’t be real. It doesn’t feel real.I enter the elevator and take what feels like the slowest ride in the world up to the top floor. My mind is full of everything. Mother, Lance. I know she did wrong, so much wrong.But she was still my mother. She loved me. I could never fault her on that.Outside the elevator now, I march towards the officers outside the open suite door.I try to push past the uniformed officers at the door, my voice sharp and demanding. “I’m Jayden Brennan. That’s my mother in there. Let me through.” Two of them grab me by the upper arms.Another officer steps forward, raising a hand to block me. “Sir, we can’t—” “It’s my mother! Do you understand?” My voice cracks with desperation. “Let me through now!” I yell, trying to get free.“Let him through,” A tal
(Winona)I sit bolt upright in bed, my phone dragging me out of my grogginess. I see the number. It’s Jayden. Video call request. Why is he video calling me? We always text late at night and I’d dozed off after we’d text earlier.“Jayden?” My voice trembles as I connect the call. “What’s wrong?” “There’s been a shooting,” he says, his tone clipped but strained. His words come out fast, like he’s trying to make sense of them as he says them. “Lance and... Judy. Security called me. I don’t know all the details yet.” I can see he’s on the move.I cover my mouth, the air rushing out of my lungs. “Oh my God. Are they— I mean…” “Security said it’s bad, Lance is…gone…” he cuts in, his voice tightening. “I hung up to call you, but I’m on my way there now. It’s about ten minutes from my hotel.” The sight of him, pale and shaken, grips me with fear. “Jayden, you shouldn’t be alone for this. Let me—” “No,” he interrupts firmly. “Viktor and Cass are on their way. I’ll be fine. I have to go a