Serena’s POV“Serena, have you checked out the numbers on our viral social media campaign yet?” Stevie asks as she hands me her tablet.I glance at the screen, immediately seeing the surge in likes, shares, and comments. The campaign is doing even better than we expected. “Wow, these numbers are inc
Serena’s POVIt’s the day of the summer collection launch, and the shop is buzzing with excitement. Interns are hurrying around, making last-minute adjustments, and Stevie’s doing her usual thing, keeping everyone on track. The displays are all set, and the jewelry looks amazing under the lights.I
Bill's POVI push aside the usual work stuff for a bit to check my phone. Right now, I’m glued to the screen, checking out updates from Serena’s summer collection launch. The posts keep coming in, and I can’t help but feel proud of her.Taylor’s been all over I*******m, sharing posts and reposting c
Bill's POVThe shareholders are listening closely, nodding as I walk them through the progress we’ve made — new training programs, leadership initiatives, and the early signs of a stronger company culture.“We’ve seen a measurable improvement in employee engagement,” I say, clicking to the next slid
Bill's POV“Alright, Calvin,” I say, keeping my voice steady, but firm. “What's your deal?”I watch him closely, trying to read his expression, but it’s like a blank slate. No smirk, no raised eyebrow — just an unreadable mask.Calvin never does anything without a reason, and right now, I’m left gue
Serena's POVThe summer collection has been a huge success. I can hardly believe it, but we sold out everything in just three days. The shop has been packed since the launch, and our online orders have been through the roof. Every piece we worked so hard on is now in the hands of excited customers,
Serena's POVStevie and I walk into the meeting room, feeling excited and nervous. The anticipation has been building ever since Marjorie hinted at something big during our last conversation. Now, we’re about to find out what it is. Taylor and Marjorie are already seated at the table, both of them
Bill’s POVThe numbers on the screen blur as I stare at them, my mind racing with a dozen different scenarios. Calvin’s next move is coming, and I’m not about to be caught off guard. I’ve been reviewing every angle, tightening the company’s defenses, and making sure there are no weak spots he can e
Serena’s POVCollin’s laughter echoes through the backyard, loud and full, the way only a kid’s laugh can be. It cuts through the evening air, blending with the soft rustling of trees and the occasional gurgle from one of the twins.I take a sip of tea, letting the warmth settle in my chest as I lea
Bill’s POVI throw a punch at the heavy bag, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots through my ribs. My knuckles connect with a solid thud, but it’s not satisfying. Not enough. The ache spreading through my side is a reminder that I should be resting.But I don’t care.I shift my stance and hit the bag
Stevie’s POVI spot Calvin before he sees me.He’s sitting in a booth near the back, leaning against the leather seat with one hand wrapped around a whiskey glass. His sleeves are rolled up, his tie is slightly loosened, and his phone is face-down on the table. He looks… tired, but in a way that’s d
Calvin’s POVI stand at the head of the table, both hands resting on the smooth glass, my fingers pressing into the surface just enough to keep me grounded. Across from me, a dozen board members sit in their usual seats, but the energy in the room is off.Some of them shift slightly, their eyes dart
Serena’s POVThe sound of soft giggles and the rustling of blankets pulls me from sleep. For a moment, I think I’m dreaming, but then I hear something else—Bill’s voice. Low, soothing, but laced with strain.I blink my eyes open, squinting against the early morning light seeping through the curtains
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