Serena’s POVThe moment we step onto the set of Shattered Reflections, it’s like entering a whole new world. People are everywhere — talking, setting up equipment, adjusting lights. Everything seems to be moving all at once, like everyone knows exactly what they need to do. I’ve been to big events
Bill’s POVI’m gripping the wheel harder than I need to as I drive north toward the mountains. The road winds ahead of me, but all I can think about is the conversation waiting for me at the end of it. My heart’s beating a little faster, but I keep my focus on the road. Santa Barbara’s not far now.
Serena’s POVStevie bursts into my office the moment I sit down at my desk, eyes wide with excitement. "Okay, spill. You met Ester Paige! What happened? Is she as perfect in real life as she seems?"I laugh, leaning back in my chair. "Yeah, she's pretty stunning. Honestly, even more so in person."S
Bill’s POVI don’t sleep much after leaving Russell’s place. The name Irina Petrovna keeps running through my mind like a broken record.So when I get back, I immediately call James, and we dive into it.“Ever heard of her?” I ask him, pacing in my office. “Not off the top of my head, but give me a
Serena’s POVI step out of Matt’s car and stare at his house — no, scratch that — his mansion. It’s massive, with towering white pillars and wide, sprawling windows that make my apartment feel like a shoebox. For a second, I wonder if he’s secretly a billionaire like Bill and Calvin. The thought thr
Serena’s POVStevie leans against my desk, that familiar teasing smirk already forming. “So, you met Matt’s mom, huh? How was that? Did she ask when you two are getting married?”I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “It wasn’t like that, Stevie.”“Uh-huh,” she drags out, her v
Serena’s POV“Could you give us a few minutes?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. I can already feel the conversation building, and it’s going to be a lot.Stevie gives me a look, like she knows this is going to be heavy. “Sure thing,” she says, grabbing her things and heading for the door. The
Serena’s POV“How…?” My voice cracks, barely a whisper. I don’t know what to ask first. My mind is racing, and my body is on the verge of collapsing under the weight of it all. “How do you know this, Bill?”Bill looks at me, his expression softer than I’ve ever seen it. He takes a step closer, like
Stevie’s POVI’m crouched on the floor, camera in hand, trying to get the perfect angle on the way the late afternoon light filters through the glass vase on my coffee table. The shadows spill across the hardwood in a way that makes me itch to capture it.“Almost got it,” I mutter to myself, leaning
Stevie’s POVThe smell of the takeout I ordered fills the apartment, mingling with the faint scent of lavender from the candle I lit earlier to make this whole situation seem less... intense. My stomach is doing somersaults, and it’s not because of the baby.I glance at my reflection in the microwav
Serena’s POVThe sound of laughter and clinking glasses fills the room, mingling with the faint hum of conversation. I lean against the edge of the kitchen counter, sipping sparkling water from a champagne flute and watching as Bill twirls Collin around the living room.“You’re going to wear him out
Calvin’s POVThe Lancaster estate feels colder than usual today, and it’s not because of the weather. The vaulted ceilings and polished marble floors echo with the tension that always seems to fill the air when the family gathers.This isn’t a casual dinner or a holiday reunion. It’s a “concerned di
Stevie‘s POV“Calvin, I can’t just say yes.”The words tumble out before I can stop them, hanging in the air between us. His eyes, which had been so hopeful, cloud over with something I can’t quite place—disappointment, maybe, or worry.We’re sitting in my apartment, the baby gear shoved into the co
Stevie‘s POVThe lens feels foreign in my hands at first, like it’s judging me for neglecting it for so long. I twist the focus ring back and forth, snapping shots of random things in my apartment: the pile of laundry I still haven’t done, the chipped paint on the windowsill, the vase of wilted dais
Serena‘s POVI can’t focus. Not on the new campaign proposals sitting in front of me, not on the email from our partners in Paris, and definitely not on the cup of tea I made an hour ago that’s gone cold on my desk.All I can think about is Stevie.Her face, flushed with anger, tears glistening in h
Calvin‘s POVThe buzz of my phone pulls me out of my focus, its vibration rattling against the glass surface of my desk. It’s another alert, no doubt tied to the leak at Etoile de Collin. The headlines have been relentless: “Scandal Rocks Global Launch,” “Is Etoile de Collin Losing Its Shine?”I don
Stevie‘s POVThe click of my camera is the only sound in my apartment. The blinds are half-drawn, letting in just enough light to paint soft streaks across the floor. I’ve spent the last hour taking photos of mundane things — a chipped coffee mug, the shadow of my old ficus, the crumpled blanket I t