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 flip over for what feels like the hundredth time, pulling at the sheets that are somehow both too heavy and too light. My body is tired and aching for rest. But my mind just won't stop racing.A lot has happened today. From Max and Elena trying to sabotage my work to Calvin's unexpec
Serena’s POV“Bill, what are you talking about?” I ask as I stare at him confused. “I've been trying to keep my life together after everything that's happened. How am I the one hurting you?"Bill’s eyes, red and slightly watery, lock onto mine. "Oh, I think you know exactly what you're doing," he sa
Serena's POVOh, God. What the fuck did I just do?I rush to Bill, lying motionless on the ground. I call out his name but he doesn't respond. He's completely out cold.I kneel beside Bill, my hands shaking as I check if he's okay. Feeling guilty, I start talking to him, even though he can't hear me
Bill's POVI blink awake, confused at first about where I am. The room is dim and I'm lying on a couch, not my own bed.I sit up slowly, trying to shake off the fog in my head. The last thing I clearly remember is punching Max and then heading to a bar to drown out the night with drinks. After that
Serena’s POVI wake up and the morning light streaming through the window feels too bright, too harsh. I glance at the clock and it’s already 11:00 AM. I can't believe I slept in this late. The events of last night start to come back to me, the memories hazy but insistent. I push myself out of bed,
Serena’s POV"Sorry, Serena, I thought you were still upstairs," he stammers. I clear my throat. My back still turned to him and my eyes focused on the door as I try to regain my composure. "It's okay, Bill. I just... wasn't expecting that," I manage to say, my voice slightly shaky.There's an awkw
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