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 POVIn her usual high-energy mode, Stevie is pacing around the shop, hands waving as she describes her vision for the party. It’s impossible not to get caught up in her enthusiasm.“So, here’s the plan,” Stevie says, her eyes sparkling excitedly. “We’re not just throwing any party. We’re in
Serena’s POV"I'll cut straight to the point," Fabiana begins. "I'm really interested in working with you. Your summer collection has caught the eye of several of my celebrity clients — they're eager to wear your pieces."“Oh, wow,” I say, stunned. “That’s incredible! I never imagined when we starte
Bill’s POV"Who's in charge over there?" I ask, leaning back in my chair, phone pressed to my ear. It’s been a long day, but Serena asked for a recommendation, and I’m not about to let her down.There’s a pause on the other end of the line before a voice responds, “That would be Greg Larson, sir. He
Serena’s POVI walk into Bill’s study, hoping he can help clear my head. Last time we talked, his advice really got me thinking differently, and maybe he can work that magic again. But as soon as I step in, I notice something’s off. He’s sitting at his desk, looking tense and frustrated, like he’s
Serena's POVI take a look in the mirror, almost not recognizing myself. The lavender dress flows down to the floor, fitting perfectly over my baby bump. It’s more elegant than anything I’ve worn in a while.The jewelry from our summer collection really completes the look. The necklace, a delicate g
Serena's POVThe moment we step inside the venue, I’m hit with a wave of energy. The rooftop has been transformed into something out of a dream. String lights drape across the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the entire space. The DJ is set up near the bar, spinning tracks that keep the vi
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