Bill’s POVI enter my office, feeling a rare bounce in my step. Tomorrow, Serena and I are finally going on a date. Just the thought of it makes me smile. It feels like ages since I got to take her somewhere after our divorce. I can't wait to spend some quality time with her.As I walk through the
Bill’s POVI tell Sarah to call Frederick's secretary and arrange an afternoon meeting. There's no time to waste. This could be the most important meeting of my career.The secretary found an available slot in Frederick's schedule today. So, I jumped in my car and headed to his office in Westwood,
Serena’s POVThe drive along the coast is beautiful, sunlight shimmering on the waves. Bill is focused, hands steady on the wheel of his sleek black sports car, wind tousling his neatly styled hair. I glance down at my outfit — a light blue sundress fluttering in the breeze, paired with simple sanda
Serena’s POVBill calls out to me, "Serena, are you okay?"I blink, my mind foggy. For a moment, I feel completely out of it, as if I'm not really here."Serena!" Bill's voice cuts through the haze.I snap back to reality, the rhythmic sound of crashing waves and the salty tang of the ocean filling
Serena’s POVBill guides me down a narrow path through the dunes. After a short walk, we arrived at a secluded cove. A small picnic setup awaits us: a blanket spread out with a basket full of delicious-looking treats and a bottle of sparkling cider."Surprise!" Bill says, spreading his arms wide.I
Bill’s POVWe stay like that for a while, just being close. The steady rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her body against mine, and the subtle scent of her hair help calm me down. With Serena so close, everything feels a little less crazy.After a few minutes, Serena lifts her head and looks a
Serena’s POVBill and I stand in front of my apartment, the warmth of the Malibu sun still lingering on our skin. The breeze from the ocean is in my hair, and I can still feel the soft grit of sand on my legs. I fish my keys out of my bag, the sound of metal against metal breaking the comfortable si
Serena’s POVThe makeup artist dabs a bit of highlighter on my cheekbones, making them pop under the bright lights. I sit still, trying to take it all in. Taylor’s studio is something straight out of Hollywood. There are big, professional cameras on tracks, huge lights hanging from the ceiling, and
Calvin’s POVThe soft cries of Elijah stir me from sleep. For a moment, I just lay there, my body heavy with exhaustion, staring at the ceiling. It’s the middle of the night, and every muscle in my body begs to stay in bed, but that little sound tugs at something deep in my chest. Before Stevie can
Serena’s POVI sit in the exam room, my hands resting protectively over my belly. The twins are kicking up a storm today, and I swear one of them just delivered a solid punch to my bladder. Dr. Hannah Lancaster, who has been my rock through this pregnancy, studies the monitor with a calm but focused
Bill’s POVWatching Calvin cradle Elijah in his arms today stirred something in me. It wasn’t jealousy — at least, not the bitter kind. It was more like a longing. Seeing him so calm, so grounded in this new chapter of his life, made me realize how much I’ve been wrapped up in work, distractions, an
Stevie’s POVCalvin’s house has somehow transformed into a mix of sanctuary and chaos. The sanctuary part is the quiet moments when it’s just me, Calvin, and Elijah — moments where time feels suspended, even though I know it’s not. The chaos comes in bursts, like when Elijah decides 2 a.m. is the pe
Calvin’s POVThe room is quieter now. The kind of quiet that wraps around you, pulling you into the moment. Our baby’s tiny breaths are the only sound, soft and steady, as he lies nestled in Stevie’s arms. She looks exhausted, and yet, there’s this glow about her, like she’s just run a marathon and
Stevie’s POVI knew giving birth would hurt. Everyone tells you that. But there’s knowing, and then there’s knowing. Right now, I’m somewhere between wanting to punch every person who said, “It’s all worth it in the end,” and cursing Calvin for even looking at me nine months ago.“Breathe, Stevie,”
Serena’s POVThis is it — the moment I’ve been fighting for. My entire career, my reputation, and the future of Etoile de Collin rest on what I say next.I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “Etoile de Collin isn’t just a brand,” I begin, my voice strong but measured. “It’s a legacy. It’s a symbo
Stevie’s POVI can’t keep this secret any longer. The weight of it has been pressing down on me for days, making it hard to breathe. I’ve always been a fan of the truth, no matter how messy it gets, but this truth? This one feels like a grenade, and I’m the one pulling the pin.Calvin’s in the other
Calvin’s POVThe puzzle pieces are all in front of me, but instead of satisfaction, there’s only a gnawing sense of dread. Sterling’s vendetta—it isn’t just about Titan Group or business. It’s personal. His calculated moves, the relentless pressure on my board, and his attempts to dismantle everythi