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
Bill’s POVRight as Serena starts to fall, I catch her in time, pulling her close. I give her a little shake, hoping to get her to wake up. "Serena, hey, wake up, please," I say.I see how pale Serean’s face has gotten, her eyes closed and her expression peaceful. I gently push some hair out of her
Calvin’s POVThe call comes in just as I’m reviewing a financial report in my office. It’s Serena, and I can tell immediately from her clipped tone that something’s off.“Calvin, we have a situation,” she says, not bothering with pleasantries.I lean back in my chair, setting the report aside. “What
Serena’s POVI tap my pen against the edge of the conference table, staring at the open file in front of me. My head’s buzzing, not from caffeine—I haven’t had nearly enough of that today—but from the words staring back at me in black and white.“Are you sure about this?” I ask Grace, my PR director
Calvin’s POVI’ve been staring at her address on my phone for ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to get out of the car. It’s ridiculous. I’ve faced down corporate takeovers and boardroom ambushes without flinching, but this? This feels harder.Stevie’s apartment building looms in front of me
Bill’s POVThe sound of waves crashing against the shore is a far cry from the usual buzz of our daily lives. No conference calls, no meetings, no tantrums over spilled cereal. Just the ocean, the wind, and Collin’s laughter as he runs across the sand, a kite string gripped tightly in his little han
Calvin’s POVThe waiting room at Stevie’s doctor’s office isn’t anything like I expected. It’s bright and cheerful, with pastel walls and outdated parenting magazines scattered across the coffee tables. A little kid toddles past me, clutching a stuffed giraffe, while his mom trails behind him with a
Serena’s POVStevie’s apartment smells like fresh paint and coffee, an oddly comforting combination that suits her. The space is small, cluttered with photography equipment and stacks of unopened baby gear, but it feels like her. It’s messy and lived-in, nothing like Calvin’s sterile penthouse.I kn
Calvin’s POVThe penthouse feels bigger now, emptier. It’s strange how silence can take up so much space, filling every corner and amplifying the absence of things you didn’t realize you depended on.Stevie’s laughter used to echo in this place, sharp and unfiltered, bouncing off the marble floors l
Serena’s POVThe room hums with energy, the kind of buzz that comes from a carefully curated crowd of media, industry insiders, and investors. Cameras flash as I step onto the stage, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The Etoile de Collin logo glows behind me, larger than life, and for a
Stevie’s POVThe smell of my old apartment hits me as soon as I walk in — a mix of stale coffee, forgotten photo chemicals, and the faintest whiff of lavender from a candle I never finished burning. It’s not the penthouse, that’s for damn sure. No floor-to-ceiling windows or marble countertops here