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 POVI blink more than I intend to, trying to stay calm as I keep eating. The meal, which should have been enjoyable, now feels like a chore. I look at Bill’s direction and say. "I honestly don't know where to begin. Why don't you start by telling me what you remember?"Bill pauses, his fork
Stevie’s POVI can still hear the alarm ringing in my ears.Even though it shut off over an hour ago, the shrill sound is stuck in my head, looping like a nightmare I can’t shake.I sit on the couch, gripping a cup of tea I’m not drinking, staring at the front door like I’m expecting someone to try
Calvin’s POVJames is already talking before I even sit down.“We have a problem.”He’s pacing, phone in one hand, a half-empty water bottle in the other. His energy is sharp, clipped—like he’s been waiting too long to say this out loud. The tension in the room is thick, the air stale with coffee an
Calvin’s POVI know this is it.The last move. The final play.We’re past negotiations. Past legal threats, PR spin, and strategic positioning. This isn’t about business anymore. It’s about survival.Sterling thinks he’s inevitable. He thinks no matter how many hits he takes, he’ll always find a way
Bill’s POVSterling has always been untouchable. At least, that’s what he wants everyone to think. The kind of guy who operates in the shadows, moving money, making calls, shifting power in ways that never leave a direct trail back to him.But I know better.Everyone has a weak spot. And Sterling’s?
Serena’s POVSterling thinks he can rewrite history.He thinks he can sit in front of cameras, twist the truth, and control the story like he always has. Like he’s owed the power to decide how things play out.He’s wrong.I refuse to let him turn this into his victory lap.The second Calvin calls to
Calvin’s POVJames looks wired.Not in the jittery, too-much-coffee way. More like the I-haven’t-slept-in-two-days-and-my-body-runs-on-adrenaline way. His hair is a mess, there are dark circles under his eyes, and an untouched energy drink sits next to his laptop, condensation pooling on the table.
Bill’s POVI don’t wait for permission.I don’t tell Serena. I don’t tell Calvin.I don’t tell anyone.I just do what needs to be done.The address I was given leads me to a quiet bar in West Hollywood, one of those places that looks closed even when it’s open. It’s wedged between a high-end sushi r
Calvin’s POVJames looks like he’s running on nothing but caffeine and pure spite.His fingers move fast over the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen like the answers are going to reveal themselves if he stares hard enough. The glow from the laptop makes his face look even more drawn than usual. His
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