Bill’s POVI can't help but smile as I work. It still feels surreal knowing I’ve been in love with Serena all my life, ever since I found out she’s my lost childhood friend.Last night, I stayed up late digging through old photo albums and making digital copies of them. I found pictures of myself as
Serena’s POV"Hey, Serena," I hear Bill's voice, catching me off guard. “Stevie…”Oh, no. Bill and Stevie in the same place always spells trouble. Not with the subpoena and all the stress it brings. The last thing I need is their drama on top of everything else.Stevie quickly turns to the interns.
Serena’s POVAs we sit in the cozy coffee shop, the tension from earlier begins to melt away. Stevie sips her drink, eyeing Bill and me thoughtfully."Okay," Stevie finally says, breaking the silence. "So what's our next move?”Bill sighs, running a hand through his hair. "We don't know yet. We need
Bill’s POVAs we pull up to my lawyer's office, my nerves are on edge. The building is a sleek, modern structure with large glass windows reflecting the morning sunlight. I park the car and glance over at Serena. She's biting her lip and her fingers are fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her eyes
Serena’s POV“Do we really have to depend on that bastard’s testimony?” Bill asks. I can see his jaw clenching and his fists tightening, knuckles white as he tries to hold back his frustration. The muscles in his neck are tense, and there's a fierce look in his eyes that shows just how much he hate
Bill’s POVAs soon as I get home, I head straight for my office and pick up the phone to call James. The phone rings a few times before he picks up."Hey, Bill," James answers, sounding curious. "What do you need?"I take a deep breath, getting straight to the point. "James, I need you to look into
Serena’s POVAll morning, I find myself unable to focus. My mind keeps drifting back to the conversation with Atty. Murphy and how Bill insisted on facing Alvez alone. I wanted to argue and say I could handle talking to the man who tried to kill me. But Bill wouldn't budge. He wouldn’t let me put
Serena’s POV Marjorie makes her way around the shop as I return to overseeing the interns. I can tell the interns are excited about the presence of someone as renowned as her. As I move from table to table, checking on the progress of the summer collection, I can’t help but steal glances at Marjo
Stevie‘s POVThe lens feels foreign in my hands at first, like it’s judging me for neglecting it for so long. I twist the focus ring back and forth, snapping shots of random things in my apartment: the pile of laundry I still haven’t done, the chipped paint on the windowsill, the vase of wilted dais
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