Serena My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me... I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living. Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the ba
Serena’s POV It’s funny how adrenaline can make you forget pain for a bit. As I leave the hotel, my left knee starts to sting again. “Well, at least, I’m out of there,” I mumble. I still hear the commotion inside. Bill's family is checking on Doris. Wow, they're overreacting. She only fell — it'
Serena’s POV I thought Bill actually cared about my leg for a second there, but nope, he's back to being a total dickhead. "I tripped outside the hotel and —," I begin. “You know what, it doesn't matter. Just go say you’re sorry to Mom and Doris,” he says, not even letting me finish. And he's do
Bill’s POV I find myself staring at the door, just waiting for Serena to come into our room. The truth is, I didn't actually need to work on the Johnson and Haines proposal. I just needed a reason to get Serena to stop bringing up divorce. But now, here I am, typing away on my laptop, rewriting th
Bill’s POV No wonder Calvin wants to get out of Mom’s house. Aunt Claire and Doris are here. Calvin has always been an introvert. Dealing with gossip, especially the kind involving women, has never been his cup of tea. Meanwhile, I can handle it better than him. The women are already enjoying a
Serena’s POV Why does Elena always see me as the villain, no matter what I do? Angry, I slam the phone on the bed after hanging up on Bill. It lands with a muffled thud, bouncing twice on the soft duvet. Thankfully, it doesn't hit the floor and break. Bill's mom bad-mouthing me just makes me hate
Serena’s POV Three days after talking to Attorney Marquez, my phone beeps with an email while I'm making coffee. I see his name and slowly open it. "Divorce Proceedings: Initial Documents," I read to myself. "Seems Bill is finally going to realize that I'm serious about ending our marriage." I gr
Serena’s POV I'm surprised by how nice Doris is being to me all of a sudden. But then I realize, she's probably just pretending to be kind because everyone else is watching. In the break room, I watch Doris rummage through her stuff. She pulls out a clean, designer shirt with a fancy design and ha
Stevie’s POVI don’t run. Not because I’m not terrified—I am. Every nerve in my body is telling me to move, to get the hell away from this car. But running means panic. Running means weakness. And I am not weak.The tinted window rolls all the way down, and my breath catches the second I see the per
Stevie’s POVCalvin is pacing. Not the normal, brooding CEO kind of pacing. The kind where his fists clench and his jaw is tight, like he’s trying real hard not to explode. I’m sitting on the edge of his couch, arms crossed, watching him unravel."You need to stop," he says, voice low but firm.I do
Calvin’s POVI sit across from William Sterling in a private club lounge, the kind of place where deals are made over hundred-dollar cigars and overpriced whiskey. The lighting is dim, the walls lined with mahogany, and the tension between us thick enough to choke on.Sterling doesn’t look like a ma
Bill’s POVI didn’t expect this fight tonight.Serena and I have had our fair share of disagreements, especially when it comes to balancing work and family, but this—this is different. This isn’t just a decision about a project or an event. This is about her company, the one she built from the groun
Stevie’s POVParanoia isn’t something that sneaks up on you all at once. It’s a slow, creeping thing that starts as a gut feeling, then plants itself like a weed, twisting and growing until it’s impossible to ignore.I used to think I wasn’t the kind of person who got paranoid. I’ve walked through d
Calvin’s POVI don’t call emergency board meetings.The last time I did, it was during a major acquisition, and even then, the room wasn’t as tense as it is now. The moment I step into the conference room at Titan Group’s headquarters, I can feel it — an unspoken shift in power. Some of the board me
Serena’s POVI march down the hallways of Etoile de Collin with purpose, heels clicking against the polished marble floors, my heart hammering against my ribs. I don’t stop to acknowledge the employees who throw nervous glances my way. I don’t stop to gather my thoughts or consider how I’ll handle t
Bill’s POVI’ve been here before — sitting in my office late at night, staring at financial reports, sifting through numbers until my vision blurs. Except this time, it’s not Pinnacle AI or RGE I’m focused on. It’s Etoile de Collin. Serena’s company. The empire she built from scratch, her pride and
Stevie’s POVThe thing about investigative work is that it’s 90% bullshit, 5% dumb luck, and 5% “holy crap, I just found something huge.” Right now, I’m knee-deep in the first category, sifting through articles, emails, and old interviews, trying to connect the dots between Mark Brennan and William