Bill’s POVThe video begins with Serena organizing her jewelry-making space. She looks directly into the camera, her expression thoughtful, and says, "Have you ever felt like you're invisible to someone you love? Like you're right there, but to them, you might as well be a piece of furniture?"I adm
Bill’s POVDoctor Henderson returns to Serena's room to conduct some tests that can be performed while she's unconscious. He starts with a neurological assessment, gently checking her reflexes with a small hammer and observing her responses. Even in her sleep, the body's involuntary reactions can of
Serena’s POVI stretch out my arm, the camera feeling almost weightless in my grasp, as I find him in the viewfinder—the boy with eyes as deep and blue as the ocean, and hair that glints like golden strands under the sun. "Smile to the camera, honey," I coax. "Alright, mommy," he says with a smile.
Serena’s POV"I don't think we need to talk about this, Bill," I say, trying to keep my voice steady and dismissive. "But okay, what's this about?" I ask, pretending I'm not worried. But the truth is, I’m scared Bill will threaten to take my child away from me. After all, he has all the means to do
Serena’s POV"Don't be like this, Serena," Bill says, sounding frustrated. "You can't keep me away from my child's life."As I look at Bill, I see the determination on his face. His eyes are intense, almost pleading, and his jaw is set in a way that tells me he's not going to back down easily. It's
Serena’s POVThe last thing I expect to see when the door opens is Bill.He steps inside, carrying a small bag in one hand and his coat in the other. He’s dressed down, wearing a fitted black sweater, dark jeans, and boots.“What are you doing here?” “Morning,” he says, ignoring the question. He cl
Serena’s POVLos Angeles doesn’t let you outrun a scandal. Someone always reminds you even when you think you’ve moved past it.I sit across from Marjorie Munger, one of the industry's most respected designers. We’ve worked together before, and she’s always been kind to me, but this feels bigger.St
Serena’s POVAs Marjorie leaves, Stevie and I turn to each other, both breaking into big grins. "This is insane, right?" I burst out, the thrill of the moment making my heart race.Stevie bounces on her heels. “I know! I still can’t believe it,” she says. “We're going to rock that fashion show!"I l
Serena’s POVThe second I hear the footsteps, I know we’re not alone.Stevie and I don’t move right away. We sit frozen, barely breathing, listening. Another sound—closer this time. Someone is here.Then, just as quickly as it started, it stops.A voice crackles over the radio clipped to the securit
Stevie’s POVSerena looks as exhausted as I feel.We’re sitting on her back patio, the twins asleep upstairs, the security team doing their rounds just beyond the fence. The air is cooler tonight, the kind of LA evening that almost tricks you into thinking life is peaceful. Almost.She tilts her hea
Calvin’s POVThe conference room is dead silent, but the tension is loud as hell.I sit at the head of the table, fingers pressed together, scanning the faces in front of me. Some of them look uncertain. A few of them look straight-up terrified. Others, like Andrea, are focused, ready to move.This
Bill’s POVI’ve been watching.Not just the threats, not just the obvious moves, but the pattern.Sterling isn’t attacking outright. He’s not sending lawyers to our door or making some grand, public play. No, he’s applying pressure in ways that don’t leave fingerprints.A text message to Serena. A b
Serena’s POVI sit in the courthouse, watching Sterling’s lawyers try to talk their way out of reality.Their lead guy, some overpriced corporate attorney who probably thinks his suit makes him untouchable, stands before the judge, voice smooth, confident. Like he hasn’t just spent the last ten minu
Stevie’s POVCalvin’s been different lately. Distant.I don’t blame him. With everything going on, with Sterling moving like a shadow over all our lives, with the tension that clings to the air like the thick layer of smog over downtown, I get it. He’s trying to stay ahead of the storm. Trying to pr
Calvin’s POVJames leans back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes locked on the screen in front of him. His apartment is dark except for the glow of the monitors, a half-empty beer sweating on the table next to him. I’ve been here for hours, and neither of us has said much beyond what’s necessary. We’r
Bill’s POVI don’t take chances. Not when it comes to my family.The second Serena showed me that text, I made the call. More security. More eyes on the house, on the kids, on every single thing in our lives that Sterling might try to get his hands on. He’s already proven he has no limits. He’s alre
Serena’s POVHannah’s office looks the same as last time—controlled chaos, a war zone disguised as a law firm. Papers spread across the table, sticky notes covering folders, a whiteboard crammed with timelines and bullet points. The air smells like stale coffee and tension. I don’t sit. Neither does