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
Bill's POVThe cab screeches to a stop at the curb, and I throw myself into the backseat, barely able to get the door closed before I bark at the driver, “Get me to this address. Now.”The driver glances at the address on my phone, his eyes narrowing. “You sure about that? That part of the city’s da
Bill's POVThe warehouse looms in front of me, a hulking, dilapidated structure that’s seen better days. It’s exactly as I remember it — cold and empty.My heart pounds as I sprint toward the heavy, rusted door. Without hesitation, I bang on it with both fists, the sound echoing through the still ni
Bill's POVKevin steps closer, and I can see the rage simmering just beneath the surface. His fists are clenched at his sides, and his eyes are locked on me, burning with a hatred that I can’t fully understand. Doris watches us with a twisted smile, leaning against the wall like this is some kind o
Bill's POVThe tension in the room is suffocating, every breath feels like it could be the last. Doris has Serena’s life hanging by a thread, and one wrong move from any of us could send everything spiraling into chaos. My mind races, searching for any possible way to disarm Doris and save Serena. 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