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
Bill’s POV"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the visionary behind tonight’s stunning collection — Serena Nixon!"The host's words ring out across the venue, and all eyes turn toward Serena as she steps onto the stage. I watch her closely, noticing the slight tremble in her hands as she adjusts t
Bill’s POVThe party's in full swing, but all I can think about is Serena standing next to me, looking like she’s still processing everything that just happened. The announcement, the applause — it’s all starting to sink in. I figure now’s the perfect time to talk.“So,” I say with a playful smirk,
Serena’s POVThe moment Fabi leads me away from Bill and Calvin, I’m hit with the overwhelming buzz of the party. It’s like walking into a whirlwind of glitz and glamour, and I can’t help but feel a bit starstruck. Everywhere I turn, there’s someone famous or influential — a face I’ve only ever see
Serena’s POVAdam hasn’t changed much. Maybe a bit more refined, but still carrying that same easy confidence. Seeing him now brings back memories in college. “So, how do you two know each other?” Fabi asks, her gaze flicking between us.I exchange a look with Adam before smiling. “Actually, we go
Serena’s POV"It was a drunken mistake, Taylor," Fabi explains, her voice desperate. "She came onto me, and — ""Mistake?!" Taylor interrupts, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. "You kissed her back! Stop lying, Fabi!”"Because I thought she was you!" Fabi blurts out, her voice cracking
Bill’s POVThe underground parking lot is empty, our footsteps echoing off the concrete walls as we make our way deeper inside. The dim lights overhead flicker occasionally, casting long shadows that stretch out before us. The air down here is cold, still, and thick with tension. No cars, no sounds
Serena’s POV“Shit. My phone’s dead.” I mutter under my breath, staring at the black screen. Of all the times for it to die on me, it had to be now.I’ve been searching for Bill for what feels like forever. He’s nowhere to be found, and the last time I saw him, he was talking to Calvin. That uneasy
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