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 grip her hips, lining myself up with her entrance. "Are you ready?" I ask.She looks back at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Bill. I need you," she whispers.I push into her slowly, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I let out a l
Bill’s POVSerena stands before me in the sleepwear I brought her last night. Her hair is tied in a loose bun, a few strands framing her face. Her cheeks are a soft pink, giving her a radiant glow."Did you sleep well?" she asks, setting a plate in front of me."Yeah," I reply, still a bit dazed. "B
Serena’s POVEven though yesterday was mentally exhausting with the court hearing, there's no time to rest. The shop is alive with activity. Stevie and a few of the interns are helping customers, while the rest are working with me on the summer collection. The designs are almost finished, but we st
Serena’s POVI try to focus on the sketch in front of me, but my mind keeps wandering back to my phone. The design needs to be perfect — Taylor will be wearing this piece, and it has to stand out. I sketch a few lines, erase them, and then sketch again.I glance at my phone for what feels like the
Serena’s POVThe second I hear the footsteps, I know we’re not alone.Stevie and I don’t move right away. We sit frozen, barely breathing, listening. Another sound—closer this time. Someone is here.Then, just as quickly as it started, it stops.A voice crackles over the radio clipped to the securit
Stevie’s POVSerena looks as exhausted as I feel.We’re sitting on her back patio, the twins asleep upstairs, the security team doing their rounds just beyond the fence. The air is cooler tonight, the kind of LA evening that almost tricks you into thinking life is peaceful. Almost.She tilts her hea
Calvin’s POVThe conference room is dead silent, but the tension is loud as hell.I sit at the head of the table, fingers pressed together, scanning the faces in front of me. Some of them look uncertain. A few of them look straight-up terrified. Others, like Andrea, are focused, ready to move.This
Bill’s POVI’ve been watching.Not just the threats, not just the obvious moves, but the pattern.Sterling isn’t attacking outright. He’s not sending lawyers to our door or making some grand, public play. No, he’s applying pressure in ways that don’t leave fingerprints.A text message to Serena. A b
Serena’s POVI sit in the courthouse, watching Sterling’s lawyers try to talk their way out of reality.Their lead guy, some overpriced corporate attorney who probably thinks his suit makes him untouchable, stands before the judge, voice smooth, confident. Like he hasn’t just spent the last ten minu
Stevie’s POVCalvin’s been different lately. Distant.I don’t blame him. With everything going on, with Sterling moving like a shadow over all our lives, with the tension that clings to the air like the thick layer of smog over downtown, I get it. He’s trying to stay ahead of the storm. Trying to pr
Calvin’s POVJames leans back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes locked on the screen in front of him. His apartment is dark except for the glow of the monitors, a half-empty beer sweating on the table next to him. I’ve been here for hours, and neither of us has said much beyond what’s necessary. We’r
Bill’s POVI don’t take chances. Not when it comes to my family.The second Serena showed me that text, I made the call. More security. More eyes on the house, on the kids, on every single thing in our lives that Sterling might try to get his hands on. He’s already proven he has no limits. He’s alre
Serena’s POVHannah’s office looks the same as last time—controlled chaos, a war zone disguised as a law firm. Papers spread across the table, sticky notes covering folders, a whiteboard crammed with timelines and bullet points. The air smells like stale coffee and tension. I don’t sit. Neither does