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 POVI pause for a moment, a strange feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. "Where’s the limo, Kevin?" I ask, trying to keep my voice casual. I distinctly remember him driving us here in that white limousine — the one Bill always uses for important events.Kevin hesitates, just for a sec
Serena's POV"Wakey, wakey, Serena!" a familiar woman's voice calls out, cutting through the fog in my mind.I blink, trying to clear the haze as I slowly come to. My head feels heavy, and my body sluggish, but there’s no mistaking that voice. The cold, mocking tone. The same voice that haunted my n
Bill's POVCalvin’s arm is like a vise around my throat, cutting off my air. I claw at his forearm, trying to break free, but his grip is strong, fueled by months of pent-up resentment. My vision starts to blur at the edges, dark spots swimming before my eyes as I struggle to breathe.I twist, throw