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 POVI'm in front of the mirror, trying to find something that fits just right with my growing bump. Stevie's sitting on the bed, giving each dress the once-over like she's the fashion police.The first dress I try on is a tight little number. Stevie wrinkles her nose. "Nope, too sexy. You'r
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