Bill’s POVAlvez narrows his eyes. "Father to father? Pfft," he scoffs. "You don’t know what it’s like to be me.”"Then make me understand," I say, my voice calm but firm.Alvez leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity. “You think you get it, Bill? You have no idea what it's like to wake up wi
Serena’s POV“Alright, everyone,” I say to the team, trying to sound upbeat. “Great job today. Let’s pick up where we left off tomorrow.”As they gather their things and head out, I tidy up my workspace, trying to keep busy while I wait for Bill. Just as I’m finishing up, I see him walk into the sho
Serena’s POVThe morning of the court hearing arrives, and I wake up feeling anxious. I can barely eat breakfast, my stomach churning with nerves.Bill picks me up early, and we drive to the courthouse in silence.We park and head inside, passing through security and making our way to the designated
Serena’s POVI feel my heart start to race. Hansen's tactic is clear — he's trying to discredit me by dragging my personal life into this. It's infuriating. "That's not relevant to the case," I reply, my voice shaking slightly."Oh, but it is relevant," Hansen presses, his eyes gleaming with triump
Bill’s POVIt's afternoon, and we’re finally on a break. I haven't been called to testify yet, and the waiting is getting to me.I step outside for some fresh air, hoping it will clear my mind. The sun is bright, but it does little to chase away the unease gnawing at my insides. I glance around and
Bill’s POVI take the stand, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, but I push down the nerves. This is too important to mess up.Murphy steps forward, his expression serious. "Mr. Richardson, can you tell us what happened on the rooftop the day Ms. Nixon was attacked?"I t
Bill’s POV"I found the earring while I was investigating," I repeat, my voice steady. "I didn't tamper with it. I handed it over to the police immediately.""But without police supervision, isn't it possible that this earring could have been planted by you, Mr. Richardson?"I shake my head. “That's
Serena’s POVBill, Atty. Murphy, and I drive to Bill's mansion in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts.As we pull up to the house, I feel a strange mix of emotions. This place used to be my home. The memories flood back — both good and bad. I grip my bag a little tighter as the house comes into
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