Serena’s POVMarjorie and I sit down to talk about the possibility of us working together. I can't help but feel excited about the whole thing. Stevie comes over with coffee for us all a few minutes later."So, I came here a few days ago and you weren’t here," Marjorie begins. “Stevie mentioned you
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 POVWhen we were married, Bill never gave me flowers. I thought he held a grudge, believing I had tricked him into marrying me.Bill glances at Stevie and says, "Relax, I just want to give these flowers to Serena." Then, turning to me, he adds, "Pink tulips, your favorite."Seeing the tulip
Serena’s POV"I swear to God, this man is still obsessed with you," Stevie says. Her voice is seeping with anger as she steps on the gas.As she speeds up, I start to feel anxious, especially because I’m thinking about the baby. “Stevie, please slow down,” I say, my voice filled with concern. “We ne
Bill’s POVFlashbackAfter Serena presented our proposal to potential investors, we left the meeting room. "You were on fire, Serena!" I told her.She has come a long way from when she first started as my assistant. "That was a great presentation. Those guys will definitely want to sign with us now.
Bill’s POVThe morning is overcast and bleak as I drive to the prison. Its massive walls topped with barbed wire create a stark and forbidding atmosphere. I pass through the heavy metal doors, their loud clang echoing behind me.I walk down a long corridor flanked by guards, their faces expressionle
Bill’s POV"And what makes you think you're getting out of here, huh?" I ask sharply.I stare at Doris intently as I ask the question, my eyebrows raised in skepticism. There's no way in hell I'll let her go free to do whatever she wants. If it takes all my money and power to keep Doris away from Se
Serena’s POVStevie parks her car right across from De Luca Couture headquarters. The building stands out sharply from its neighbors, sleek and modern with walls of shining glass. The morning sun bounces off the surface, scattering light across the street. Over the revolving glass doors, the De Luca
Stevie’s POVThis has to be the fanciest kidnapping in the history of bad ideas.I’m standing in the foyer of Calvin’s penthouse, staring at the polished marble floors, the towering windows, and a chandelier that looks like it could fund a small country. Everything about this place screams luxury—to
Calvin’s POVHospitals always feel the same—like time slows down, stretching every second into an eternity. I’m standing outside Stevie’s room, staring at the door, willing myself to move. My hand hovers near the handle, but I can’t bring myself to push it open.I can hear her voice faintly through
Serena’s POV“Stevie, stay with me,” I mutter, my voice shaking as I keep one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her weight sags against me, and I feel the panic rising in my chest.“I’m fine,” she whispers weakly, but her pale face and unfocused eyes say otherwise.“You’re not fine,” I snap, flaggin
Serena’s POVThe office feels quieter than usual. Maybe it’s the late hour or the fact that most people have already gone home. But as I glance across the room at Stevie, hunched over her laptop, I know something’s off.She’s always had a way of pushing through, of pretending everything’s fine when
Calvin’s POVFatherhood.The word keeps bouncing around my head, refusing to settle. It feels foreign, heavy. Like trying on a jacket that doesn’t fit but knowing you’re stuck wearing it anyway.I stare out the window of my office, watching the city buzz below. Cars honk. People hustle. Life moves o
Stevie’s POVI’m pacing my living room, muttering to myself like a lunatic.“Calvin, listen—no, that’s too polite.” I stop and shake my head, trying again. “Look, Calvin, I don’t owe you an explanation. That’s better. Straight to the point. No room for debate.”I glance at the mirror above my couch
Calvin’s POVI see her before she sees me.Stevie’s stepping out of the building, her bag slung over her shoulder, sunglasses perched on her nose. She looks like she’s trying to blend into the crowd, which is almost funny considering Stevie Malone doesn’t exactly do subtle.“Stevie,” I call, walking
Serena’s POVI spot Stevie slipping out of the ballroom as I’m finishing up a conversation with a PR exec. She moves quickly, almost like she’s trying not to be seen, but I know her too well. The slight wobble in her steps, the way she clutches her bag like it’s holding her together — it’s a dead gi
Stevie’s POVI shouldn’t have worn these heels.It’s the first thing I think as I step into the ballroom, my feet already protesting the dumb idea of combining sky-high stilettos and a body that feels like it’s actively rebelling against me. My stomach’s been on the verge of staging a full-blown mut