Bill’s POVThe contract I’m staring at might as well be written in a foreign language.I’m in my study, supposedly reviewing some final agreements for Pinnacle AI, but my mind keeps wandering. The numbers blur together, and I rub my temples, trying to force myself to focus. But then, my phone rings.
Bill’s POV“Calvin might be telling the truth,” Serena says.I grip the steering wheel tighter, my jaw clenching. It takes everything in me not to snap back. “Maybe,” I mutter, barely able to keep my voice calm. “But I’m going to find out for sure. One way or another.”Serena doesn’t say anything af
Bill’s POVThe smell of fresh coffee fills the kitchen as I set the last of the breakfast plates on the table, trying to keep my hands busy. Any minute now, Serena will wake up.I’ve been up for hours, mind racing, planning, worrying. But I figured the least I could do was make her breakfast. Eggs,
Bill’s POV“It was years ago,” I begin, leaning back in my chair as I let the memories flood back. Serena watches me with a quiet curiosity, her eyes flicking between mine, waiting for me to continue."Back when I thought I had everything figured out. Turns out, I didn’t know a damn thing."I pause,
Serena’s POVWe finally met.I’m sitting across from James at a small, quiet café, the kind of place where no one looks twice at you, and the noise level hovers just below a low hum. Bill is beside me, but James is the one I’m focused on. He’s not exactly what I expected. For someone with a past in
Serena’s POVThe last few weeks pass in a blur.Business has exploded in ways I didn’t see coming, and I can barely keep up with the demand. Stevie and I are practically running on fumes, but there’s this undercurrent of excitement, like we’re on the verge of something big. The kind of big that chan
Serena’s POV“How could my father drag you into this?” Matt’s voice is tight with frustration, the anger clear in his eyes. He’s pacing, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to piece it all together.I cross my arms, feeling the tension coil tighter in my chest. “Matt, I’m already deep i
Serena’s POVThis is bad. Really bad.I sit in the corner of a quiet cafe, my hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, but it doesn’t bring me any comfort. Across from me, Bill is fuming, his jaw clenched so tight I’m surprised he hasn’t cracked a tooth. James, calm as ever, is sitting next to him
Stevie’s POVThe four of us sit in Bill and Serena’s living room, the weight of everything pressing down like a storm cloud.No one speaks at first.Bill is in a wheelchair, recovering from the gunshot wound that was meant for Calvin. His face is pale, drawn tight with exhaustion, but his eyes are s
Calvin’s POVI should’ve done this sooner.For months, I’ve been playing defense, trying to keep my family safe while Sterling takes shot after shot. I’ve been reacting, scrambling to patch the holes he punches in our lives.But that ends now.Bill is in a hospital bed because of him.My son was nea
Serena’s POVI don’t move from Bill’s side.The hospital room is dim, the only light coming from the monitors next to his bed, casting a soft glow over his face. His breathing is steady, but the sound of it isn’t enough to calm me. The machines beep in slow, measured rhythms, a reminder that he’s st
Stevie’s POVThe call comes in just after midnight.I almost don’t answer.Elijah finally went down an hour ago, and I was hoping for maybe one solid stretch of sleep. But my phone vibrating on the nightstand sends a jolt through my system.No one calls this late unless it’s bad news.I grab my phon
Bill’s POVThe second we step into the warehouse, I know this is going to get messy.It’s quiet—too quiet. The air is thick with oil, dust, and something else, something metallic that makes my stomach tighten. The place is huge, dimly lit by flickering overhead lights that cast long, eerie shadows a
Calvin’s POVI don’t wait.I don’t hesitate.I just start making calls.Bill. James. Andrea. Jensen. Everyone who has a stake in this war.This isn’t about Titan or Etoile anymore. It’s not about boardroom takeovers or financial plays. Someone tried to kill Serena. Someone showed up at my home, wher
Bill’s POVI’ve seen a lot of things in my life. I’ve dealt with cutthroat businessmen, corrupt board members, and people who’d sell their own mothers for a better quarterly report. But nothing—nothing—compares to what I just witnessed.Someone just tried to kill my wife.Not send a warning. Not int
Serena’s POVI know exactly why I’m here.This event isn’t just about business. It’s about power. About showing up, being seen, making it clear that I’m not going anywhere. Sterling and his allies want to shake me, want to make me look weak. That’s why I’m here—because the moment I start hiding, I’v
Stevie’s POVI can still hear the alarm ringing in my ears.Even though it shut off over an hour ago, the shrill sound is stuck in my head, looping like a nightmare I can’t shake.I sit on the couch, gripping a cup of tea I’m not drinking, staring at the front door like I’m expecting someone to try