Serena’s POV Taylor’s question is the one I’ve been expecting. I take a deep breath, my fingers interlacing as I prepare to respond. I shift in my seat, sitting up straighter. My hands rest in my lap, and I take a moment to collect my thoughts. “Max and I don’t really get along,” I begin, keeping
Bill’s POVMy fingers tap a steady rhythm on the polished surface of the conference table. The shareholders' meeting is just days away, and with one of my key investors considering selling his shares, my position as the CEO of RGE is at risk. This presentation has to be flawless.My mind feels cloud
Bill’s POVSarah and Kevin nod. Sarah says, "We got this, Bill. Let's make it happen."I know it's going to take a while to remake the entire presentation. I'm glad that they're both here to help.Suddenly, Kevin’s phone buzzes on the table. He glances at the screen, then looks at me apologetically.
Bill’s POV Taking a deep breath, I steady myself. "I understand your concern, Martin," I say, keeping my voice calm and confident. "But Max Laurent himself has talked about why I did what I did." Martin Reed isn’t having it. His brows knit together, and he grips the edge of the table. “Bill, it’s
Serena’s POV Three days after the interview with Taylor "So, when do you think Taylor's going to release the interview?" Stevie asks, her voice breaking the silence. She’s leaning over the counter, peering at a tray of sparkling earrings. I glance up from the bracelet and meet her eyes. "I'm not
Serena’s POVFor the next thirty minutes, my phone won't stop buzzing. Journalists are reaching out, eager to schedule interviews. My follower count on social media is also rising quickly. That's the kind of influence Taylor Vanderbilt has."Look at this one," Stevie says, holding up her phone. "Th
Bill’s POVWe arrive at the restaurant, a cozy place with dim lighting and soft jazz music playing in the background. We take our seats at a large round table near the back, away from the main crowd. Sarah and Kevin sit across from me. The waiter brings us menus and takes our drink orders.Once th
Bill’s POV"It's here somewhere," I mutter, rummaging through the drawers. I pull out papers, old receipts, and random knick-knacks, tossing them aside. My frustration grows with each passing second.I dig deeper, moving old notebooks and pens. I open another drawer, hoping to find it there. No luc
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