Calvin’s POVThe miscarriage scare changes everything.I didn’t think it was possible to feel this level of fear and helplessness. Sitting in that hospital room, watching Stevie in pain, and hearing the doctor’s words—it was like the ground beneath me cracked open.Now, as I sit in my office at home
Stevie’s POVI never thought lying in bed all day could be so damn exhausting. It’s not physical exhaustion—I mean, I’m literally doing nothing. It’s mental. Emotional. The kind of tired that makes you want to scream into a pillow until your lungs give out.Calvin’s out of the room, probably on one
Serena’s POVI step out of the elevator, a bag of takeout balanced in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Calvin’s penthouse is just as intimidating as the first time I visited—sleek, modern, and completely devoid of personality. It feels more like a luxury hotel than a home.But I
Stevie’s POVI’m halfway through a bowl of cereal—because screw proper breakfast food—when the thought hits me like a lightning bolt. It’s not new exactly. It’s been hovering in the back of my mind, poking me every now and then, but today, it feels different. Urgent. Like if I don’t say it out loud,
Calvin’s POVStevie doesn’t say it outright, but I can tell how much this exhibit means to her. She’s been buzzing with energy, her notebooks filling up with ideas faster than she can find space on the pages. Watching her rediscover that spark — it’s like seeing sunlight break through a storm.But I
Stevie’s POVBeing stuck in bed isn’t all bad. I mean, sure, it’s boring as hell most of the time, and I’d kill to walk further than from the bed to the bathroom without feeling like a 90-year-old. But there’s something about having this much downtime that forces you to think.Or, in my case, overth
Stevie’s POV“You’re joking, right?” I deadpan, staring at the wheelchair Calvin just rolled into the living room.“Nope,” he replies, looking entirely too pleased with himself.“Calvin, I’m not ninety. I can walk just fine—well, sort of.” I gesture vaguely at my legs, which have mostly been hanging
Calvin’s POVStevie amazes me.It’s not the loud, in-your-face kind of amazement. It’s quieter, deeper. Like watching a storm roll in from the distance, knowing it’s going to leave everything changed.She’s sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, papers and sketches spread out around her like
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