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
Bill’s POVThe second I step into my office at RGE, Sarah is already waiting by my desk, her face carefully composed but with a hint of urgency in her eyes.“You’ve got back-to-back meetings starting in twenty minutes,” she says, handing me a neatly organized folder. “Leo from Pinnacle AI called twi
Serena’s POVI throw myself into work the second we’re back in LA. Jet lag hasn’t even settled before I’m sitting at the long glass table in the Etoile de Collin conference room, going over reports, approving new designs, and pretending like I’m not still shaken from the break-in at our house.I don
Calvin’s POVJames doesn’t waste time. He sits across from me in my office, his expression grim as he lays out the details.He slides a folder across the desk. “Sterling’s been positioning himself for months, maybe even years. Slowly influencing key board members, manipulating internal narratives, p
Steven’s POVI haven’t been able to shake the feeling since the exhibit. The hooded figure. The way they lingered just outside. The way my gut twisted even before I really processed what I was seeing. It was the kind of instinct that screamed danger — the kind I’d learned to trust.And yet, when I g
Bill’s POVThe footage keeps playing in a loop on my phone, but I already know I won’t find anything new. The intruder was calculated, deliberate, too aware of where the cameras were placed to be some random thief looking for valuables. This wasn’t about breaking in. This was about sending a message
Serena’s POVSwitzerland is the kind of place that looks unreal, like someone cranked up the contrast and saturation on reality. The air is crisp, the mountains stretch endlessly into the sky, and there’s this eerie kind of stillness that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into a postcard.Collin, o
Calvin’s POVJames leans back in his chair, expression unreadable as he flips through the latest report. The tension in my office is thick, like the air before a storm. I already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth, but I need to hear it.“It’s Lyons,” James confirms, setting the d
Stevie’s POVThe night is everything I wanted it to be. Maybe even more.The gallery is buzzing with life—people sipping overpriced wine, murmuring to each other about my work like they’re art critics, nodding at my photos like they understand my soul. It’s surreal, standing here, knowing all of thi
Calvin’s POVAndrea Michaels sits across from me in the dimly lit private lounge at the Lancaster Hotel, swirling her espresso like she has all the time in the world. She’s been with Titan Group for years — sharp, strategic, and one of the few board members I actually trust.Which is exactly why thi