Serena’s POVFrom a monitor backstage, I watch intently as the runway show unfolds. The first to showcase is Josephine’s collection. The models glide down the runway in elegant, flowing garments made from sustainable fabrics. Her outfits showcase organic textures and colors like forest greens, eart
Serena’s POVThe designers and models exit the stage while Marjorie remains. She steps forward, microphone in hand, and addresses the crowd."Thank you all for being here tonight," Marjorie begins, her voice clear and warm. "The designers worked incredibly hard to put this show together, and I belie
Bill’s POV"Who the fuck are you?" the security guard barks as I enter the CCTV room. The room is dim, lit only by the flickering screens displaying silent footage from around the building. He's a broad-shouldered man with a clean-shaven head, his brow furrowed in suspicion."Name's Bill Richardson.
Serena’s POVThe after-party is in full swing, and the air is thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfumes. Glittering lights cast a soft glow over everyone, turning the room into a shimmering sea of influential figures from the fashion industry. As I weave through the crowd, I get nods and
Serena’s POV"Wow, Fabiana, that's... that's incredible," I say. "I honestly never imagined celebrities wearing my jewelry. This is beyond anything I could have hoped for."In my mind, I picture a Hollywood gala, maybe the Oscars, with stars walking the red carpet under bright camera flashes. I see
Serena’s POV"I don't owe you any explanations," I reply flatly. My tone is cold, my gaze steady as I meet Elena's eyes. "This baby is mine and mine only."Elena's nostrils flare, her voice rising in pitch as her frustration bursts forth. "Don’t be ridiculous! I have every right to know if my family
Serena’s POV “You were behind this, Elena? You tried to ruin my career and you have the nerve to call me a snake?" I ask. I try to keep my face calm, but I can feel my hands shaking. Elena shoots me a sharp look, trying to intimidate me. I stare back just as hard. I just want to get to the bottom
Serena’s POV Calvin offers to drive me home. Along the way, I spilled everything — how things went down with Elena and Bill, and why Bill ended up punching Max.Calvin's grip tightens on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he absorbs what I've just told him. "I can't believe Elena wou
Serena‘s POVI can’t focus. Not on the new campaign proposals sitting in front of me, not on the email from our partners in Paris, and definitely not on the cup of tea I made an hour ago that’s gone cold on my desk.All I can think about is Stevie.Her face, flushed with anger, tears glistening in h
Calvin‘s POVThe buzz of my phone pulls me out of my focus, its vibration rattling against the glass surface of my desk. It’s another alert, no doubt tied to the leak at Etoile de Collin. The headlines have been relentless: “Scandal Rocks Global Launch,” “Is Etoile de Collin Losing Its Shine?”I don
Stevie‘s POVThe click of my camera is the only sound in my apartment. The blinds are half-drawn, letting in just enough light to paint soft streaks across the floor. I’ve spent the last hour taking photos of mundane things — a chipped coffee mug, the shadow of my old ficus, the crumpled blanket I t
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