Serena’s POV I'm gasping for breath, sprawled on the hard concrete. My eyelids are clamped shut, trembling slightly. Every inch of my body throbs with the pain from the impact. The shock starts to fade, and I carefully open my eyes. As my eyes finally adjust, the blurry scene comes into focus. Bil
“Calvin, Bill's in the hospital. He needs surgery. I've signed the papers, but you should be here,” I explain hastily. "Oh my God, is he okay?” Calvin asks. "I don't know," I reply, my voice shaking. "They're taking him to surgery. Please hurry." "Hey, calm down, I'm on my way," Calvin reassure
Serena’s POVI watch as the doctor steps out of the operating room, the harsh hospital lights making his face seem almost ghostly. From my spot, a little further down the hallway, I see Elena, dart towards him. She's been pacing back and forth for a while now. Her voice breaks the tense silence. "Ho
Bill’s POVMy eyes slowly open, and I see a white ceiling. The sterile smell, the beeping machines - it clicks. I realize I'm in a hospital. I try to piece together what happened and how I ended up here.The last thing that flashes through my mind is a motorcycle heading straight for Serena. Instinc
Serena’s POVAs I go out of Bill’s hospital room, I bump into Doctor Henderson while looking at his clipboard.He looks up and smiles when he sees me. “Serena,” he calls. "Has Bill regained consciousness yet?""Bill just woke up," I reply. "Thanks for everything, Dr. Henderson.""That's great to hea
"What is this?" I ask."Well, open it," Calvin says.I pull a box from the paper bag. It's a fancy Cartier box, dark red with gold edges. I open it and see a beautiful jade necklace inside. The jade is a deep green, and the design is simple but elegant."Calvin, this is too much. I can't take this,"
Serena’s POV“You’re an asshole, Bill,” I say with a straight face. I can feel my face getting hot, but I don't let any emotions show. He's acting like his old self, trying to provoke me with his words. But I can play that game too.I scoff at his comment. "So, what if I have a sugar daddy?" I shoo
Serena’s POVHalfway out of the hospital, I remember that Calvin's gift is still in Bill's room. But I can't go back, not after Bill degraded me.I can already see it. If I go back for the gift, Bill will probably hurl more insults about me trying to seduce his uncle. He didn't even let me explain t
Stevie’s POVElijah is babbling to himself in the living room, gripping one of his stuffed animals by the ear and smacking it against the floor like it personally offended him. His little feet kick excitedly as he sits on his play mat, lost in his own world.I smile, stirring the pasta on the stove
Bill’s POVSterling’s estate looms in the distance, a glass-and-steel fortress perched high in the hills, isolated from the rest of the world. The long driveway leading up to it is lined with evenly spaced trees, so perfectly maintained they don’t look real. There’s something eerie about the silence
Bill’s POVThe club is dark, expensive, and filled with the kind of people who think power is the only currency that matters.I step inside, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Everything here is designed to make people feel important—the low hum of conversation, the perfectly aged whiskey,
Serena’s POVI stare at the numbers on my screen, scanning the latest financial reports for Étoile de Collin while trying to ignore the exhaustion creeping in. My eyes blur slightly, but I shake it off and keep going. Every detail needs to be right. Every move has to be airtight. We’re too close now
Calvin’s POVI stand at the top of Titan’s headquarters, my hands resting on the cool glass railing as I look out over the city. The view from here stretches for miles—downtown skyscrapers gleaming in the fading sunlight, the freeway below packed with crawling traffic, the distant haze of the ocean
Serena’s POVCollin’s laughter echoes through the backyard, loud and full, the way only a kid’s laugh can be. It cuts through the evening air, blending with the soft rustling of trees and the occasional gurgle from one of the twins.I take a sip of tea, letting the warmth settle in my chest as I lea
Bill’s POVI throw a punch at the heavy bag, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots through my ribs. My knuckles connect with a solid thud, but it’s not satisfying. Not enough. The ache spreading through my side is a reminder that I should be resting.But I don’t care.I shift my stance and hit the bag
Stevie’s POVI spot Calvin before he sees me.He’s sitting in a booth near the back, leaning against the leather seat with one hand wrapped around a whiskey glass. His sleeves are rolled up, his tie is slightly loosened, and his phone is face-down on the table. He looks… tired, but in a way that’s d
Calvin’s POVI stand at the head of the table, both hands resting on the smooth glass, my fingers pressing into the surface just enough to keep me grounded. Across from me, a dozen board members sit in their usual seats, but the energy in the room is off.Some of them shift slightly, their eyes dart