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
Stevie’s POVElijah is babbling to himself in the living room, gripping one of his stuffed animals by the ear and smacking it against the floor like it personally offended him. His little feet kick excitedly as he sits on his play mat, lost in his own world.I smile, stirring the pasta on the stove
Bill’s POVSterling’s estate looms in the distance, a glass-and-steel fortress perched high in the hills, isolated from the rest of the world. The long driveway leading up to it is lined with evenly spaced trees, so perfectly maintained they don’t look real. There’s something eerie about the silence
Bill’s POVThe club is dark, expensive, and filled with the kind of people who think power is the only currency that matters.I step inside, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Everything here is designed to make people feel important—the low hum of conversation, the perfectly aged whiskey,
Serena’s POVI stare at the numbers on my screen, scanning the latest financial reports for Étoile de Collin while trying to ignore the exhaustion creeping in. My eyes blur slightly, but I shake it off and keep going. Every detail needs to be right. Every move has to be airtight. We’re too close now
Calvin’s POVI stand at the top of Titan’s headquarters, my hands resting on the cool glass railing as I look out over the city. The view from here stretches for miles—downtown skyscrapers gleaming in the fading sunlight, the freeway below packed with crawling traffic, the distant haze of the ocean
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