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
Bill’s POVSerena and I are finally on the same page — something I’ve wanted for a long time. We’re both committed to finding Collin, and for once, we’re not working against each other. James has been looking into Harry O’Donnell, but nothing matches the description Irina gave us. Whoever this guy
Bill’s POVCalvin stands confidently at the front, his team gathered behind him like a bunch of well-dressed soldiers ready for battle. I watch, arms crossed, as he kicks off their presentation. The room quiets down, all eyes on him.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Calvin begins, his voice smooth, almost to
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