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
Bill’s POV"I... don't know, Bill," Serena says, nervously tugging at the strap of her bag. "The shop is really busy right now with the summer collection. I can't afford to be late.”I watch her, noticing the way she fidgets and how her eyes avoid mine. There's a nervous energy about her, and I can
Serena’s POVI can't sleep. I keep thinking of everything that happened in the courtroom today.I toss and turn in the king-sized bed, my mind racing with all the what-ifs. What if I said something different? What if I missed something crucial? What if Hansen succeeds in making Doris look innocent?
Serena’s POVHe hesitates, searching my face. "Are you sure, Serena?"Instead of answering, I smirk and pull Bill toward me, kissing him deeply. I’m careful not to put any pressure on my belly, positioning myself so we're both comfortable.I feel his hands exploring my back, moving under my shirt, s
Serena’s POVI lean down and kiss him deeply as I slowly lower myself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. Bill groans, his grip on my hips tightening as I start to move."Damn," he breathes, his voice filled with raw need. "You feel so incredible."I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.
Bill’s POVI ignore the pain in my ribs as I push through the doors of Calvin’s office. Every step sends a dull, burning ache through my side, but I don’t slow down. I don’t have the patience for weakness right now.Calvin and James are already at the table, hunched over a laptop, deep in discussion
Stevie’s POVThe house is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels rare lately.I rock Elijah gently, his tiny body curled against my chest, his breath warm and steady. His little fingers twitch slightly, grasping onto the fabric of my sweater in his sleep. I close my eyes for a moment, listening to the
Calvin’s POVThe study smells like coffee, old paper, and exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that doesn’t just sit in your bones but in your mind, making every thought feel heavier than it should. The desk lamp flickers slightly, casting uneven light over the chaos of blueprints, files, and scattere
Serena’s POVThe house is finally quiet.I stand by the twins’ crib, watching their small chests rise and fall in slow, steady breaths. Their room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the nightlight, casting gentle shadows along the walls. For the first time in what feels like forever, they’re both asle
Bill’s POVPain.That’s the first thing I register. A deep, dull ache pulsing through my ribs, spreading through my chest like a slow burn. It’s not unbearable, but it’s enough to remind me that I’m not at full strength. Not even close.I blink against the morning light filtering through the curtain
Stevie’s POVThe four of us sit in Bill and Serena’s living room, the weight of everything pressing down like a storm cloud.No one speaks at first.Bill is in a wheelchair, recovering from the gunshot wound that was meant for Calvin. His face is pale, drawn tight with exhaustion, but his eyes are s
Calvin’s POVI should’ve done this sooner.For months, I’ve been playing defense, trying to keep my family safe while Sterling takes shot after shot. I’ve been reacting, scrambling to patch the holes he punches in our lives.But that ends now.Bill is in a hospital bed because of him.My son was nea
Serena’s POVI don’t move from Bill’s side.The hospital room is dim, the only light coming from the monitors next to his bed, casting a soft glow over his face. His breathing is steady, but the sound of it isn’t enough to calm me. The machines beep in slow, measured rhythms, a reminder that he’s st
Stevie’s POVThe call comes in just after midnight.I almost don’t answer.Elijah finally went down an hour ago, and I was hoping for maybe one solid stretch of sleep. But my phone vibrating on the nightstand sends a jolt through my system.No one calls this late unless it’s bad news.I grab my phon