Can’t Win Me Back

Alyssa's breath hitched as a familiar voice echoed through the tense silence. Squeezing Jasper's hand until his knuckles turned white, her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"l-It's Winston!"

"Winston?" Jasper echoed, his surprise evident.

Then, a procession of men clad in black suits strode into the mourning hall with authority. Winston, a commanding presence that turned heads, stood proudly at the forefront.

But Winston wasn't alone. Accompanying him were Mandy, Lyla, Colene, Jonah, and Silas, representing the Taylor family.

Rarely did the Taylors assemble in such unity, indicating the significance of Cornelius’ funeral to them.

as she launched herself toward

of his lips. He remained rooted

remarked, his heart warmed by Alyssa's affection yet feigning annoyance. "You hugged me as if I had one foot in the grave. People might

on Winston's arm. "Why didn't you let me

it would be sufficient if Jonah, Silas, and the three of us came to pay our respects. I didn't think it's necessary for Winston to make the trip all the way

for Dad is evident,” Alyssa reassured, noticing the renewed vigor in

the presence of such esteemed guests, Landon approached them, his eyes brimming with tears. As Landon spoke, his voice was achingly hoarse. “T-Thank

over the Harper Group. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to let me

pursed his lips tightly and nodded earnestly, gratitude evident in his