Serena’s POVAs I step out of the clinic, the afternoon sun blinds me for a moment. Shielding my eyes, I start walking towards the bus stop. There's a man in the distance, someone familiar, but I can't quite place him from here.I pick up my pace, curious to get a better look at the guy. As I get cl
Serena’s POVI'm in the middle of the exhibition, surrounded by the most beautiful jewelry I've ever seen. Each piece seems to shine brighter than the last, from intricate bracelets to elegant necklaces. I'm drawn to a collection of artisan rings, each with its own unique design.Looking around at t
Serena’s POVI'm standing there, mouth slightly open, just staring at Calvin, completely taken by surprise. I can't find the words; they're lost in the shock and the quick beats of my heart. I blink a few times, trying to make sense of what he's just said.Deep down, part of me guessed he might conf
Serena’s POV"Haven't you done enough with your stupid TikTok video already?" Doris snaps.I scoff. "And what exactly did I do?" I ask. "I'm just telling my side of the story."Doris crosses her arms and levels me with a challenging look. “You can’t fool me. You just love grabbing all the attention,
Serena’s POVDoris's face freezes in surprise, her eyes widening as Bill brushes past her without a second glance, heading straight towards me.Seeing Bill step in to protect me from Doris feels surreal. This has never happened before. I have to wonder, am I just dreaming?"Serena?" Bill calls out,
Serena’s POVIn that instant, when Doris's face twists with fury and she lunges at me, every part of me tenses. My first instinct is to protect my stomach, my hands automatically wrapping around it. I start stepping back, trying to put some distance between us, but then I feel it—the cold, hard rail
Serena’s POVThe cops quickly step in, forcefully separating Bill from Doris. One officer, his hand hovering near his taser, eyes Bill with caution. "Sir, step back now," he commands, his voice firm and authoritative, making it clear that he's ready to intervene further if necessary.Bill raises his
Serena’s POV"Let me go! I was framed," Doris claims, managing to wriggle free from the police's grip momentarily."Stay back, or we'll have to restrain you further," one of the officers warns her.As we leave the rooftop, I see a crowd below. People are talking loudly, and some are even taking phot
Serena’s POVThe kitchen table is a disaster zone. Wedding magazines are piled high, ready to topple over at the slightest nudge. Fabric swatches are scattered everywhere like pastel confetti, and sticky notes are plastered all over, each one screaming something I still need to deal with. My laptop
Bill’s POVThe elevator ride to our suite feels longer than usual, but I’m not complaining. Serena leans into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along the back of my hand. Her engagement ring catches the soft glow of the elevator lights, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how I got lucky en
Serena’s POVBy the time we return to the hotel, Collin is completely worn out. I tuck him into his crib, brushing his hair back as he mumbles sleepily. His tiny chest rises and falls, his face relaxed in a way that only toddlers can manage.When I step out of the room, Bill is waiting for me, a mis
Serena’s POVThe morning is cool, and the light spilling through the trees casts a golden hue on everything. We’re sitting at this small café by the canal, the kind of place that’s almost too picturesque to believe — flower pots on the tables, cobblestones underfoot, and the faint sound of water lap
Serena’s POVMariah Johnson sits across from me, her eyes wide with admiration as she flips through her notes. The studio for Luxe Perspectives is bright and modern, the kind of place where creativity feels like it’s floating in the air. The interview has gone on for over an hour, but Mariah’s energ
Bill’s POVThe room is silent as the jury files in, their expressions solemn. I sit straight, keeping my focus on them, my heart pounding despite the steady mask I’ve worn all day. Beside me, Serena sits just as tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I glance at her briefly, giving her a small
Bill’s POVThe second day of the trial feels heavier than the first. I sit at the stand, every eye in the courtroom on me. Kevin sits across the room, leaning back in his chair, his face as blank as ever. But I’ve known him long enough to spot the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap rh
Serena’s POVEvan Carter steps up to the stand, his posture rigid but his face set with a kind of quiet determination. He’s nervous — I can see it in the way his hands grip the edges of the chair, his knuckles white — but he doesn’t hesitate when the prosecutor starts her questioning.“Mr. Carter,”
Serena’s POVThe courtroom feels like it’s holding its breath. Kevin sits across the room, calm and collected, as if he isn’t facing the weight of his crimes being read aloud. Arson. Money laundering. Drug trafficking. Arms dealing. Conspiracy. Each charge is like a hammer falling, but Kevin doesn’t