Serena’s POVI’m sitting at my desk, the sleek surface of it stacked with papers and files that shouldn’t feel so heavy. But they do. Each document is another piece of evidence that points to Sterling’s involvement in the chaos surrounding Etoile de Collin. Every thread I pull on unravels more than
Bill’s POVI pace the length of my office, the polished floor reflecting the afternoon sunlight, though I barely notice it. The investigator’s latest report sits on my desk, a maddening puzzle of names, dates, and transactions. Sterling’s fingerprints are all over this mess, and I can’t shake the fe
Stevie’s POVI sit cross-legged on the floor of our apartment, papers and photos spread out in front of me like a chaotic jigsaw puzzle. My laptop hums on the coffee table, its screen glowing with the last search I’d made, but my attention is fixed on the stack of aged letters in my hand. My fingers
Calvin’s POVAndrea leans against the conference table, arms crossed, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. Around the room, a handful of my most trusted allies exchange wary glances. The air feels heavy, weighted by the reality of what we’re up against. Sterling isn’t just a compet
Serena’s POVThe courtroom is quieter than I expect, almost eerie. I’ve sat in countless boardrooms, pitched ideas in packed auditoriums, and stood at the center of high-stakes negotiations. But this? This feels different.It’s not just the stakes — it’s the way the Etoile board members won’t meet m
Stevie’s POVI sit in my cramped office, staring at the pile of old letters and photos scattered across my desk. It feels like I’m looking at someone else’s life — a twisted soap opera I somehow got cast in. The connection between Sterling and Calvin’s father isn’t just business; it’s personal. Pain
Calvin’s POVThe investor gala is in full swing, a room buzzing with sharp suits, expensive watches, and the hum of polite but pointed conversations. The air smells of money and ambition, tinged with something colder — an undercurrent of tension I can’t shake. Sterling is here somewhere, lurking lik
Calvin’s POVThe investor gala is in full swing, a room buzzing with sharp suits, expensive watches, and the hum of polite but pointed conversations. The air smells of money and ambition, tinged with something colder — an undercurrent of tension I can’t shake. Sterling is here somewhere, lurking lik
Serena’s POVThe twins are asleep. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but I’m taking this as a win. My whole body is sore, my brain is running on fumes, and I’m pretty sure there’s spit-up on my shirt somewhere, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m just soaking up the silence.I glance over at the bassin
Calvin’s POVElijah is nestled in my arms, his tiny fingers curling and uncurling as he sleeps. The soft rise and fall of his chest is hypnotic, calming in a way I never imagined. The house is quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the heater and Stevie’s steady breathing beside me. She’s exhausted,
Stevie’s POVHospitals have a weird smell — clean but not comforting. Still, when I step into Serena’s room with Calvin and Elijah, I feel an overwhelming sense of warmth. Serena looks exhausted but glowing, her twins nestled in her arms. Bill is sitting in a chair nearby, Collin perched on his lap,
Bill’s POVI’ve faced boardrooms full of sharks and dealt with billion-dollar deals that could make or break a company, but none of that compares to sitting here, watching Serena go through labor. The raw strength she shows, even as sweat beads on her forehead and her face twists in pain, leaves me
Serena’s POVThe sharp jolt wakes me up, cutting through my dream like a lightning bolt. For a second, I lie still, trying to convince myself it’s just another round of Braxton Hicks. I’ve had so many false alarms these past few weeks that I’ve practically become numb to them. But as the second wave
Stevie’s POVThe smell of roasted garlic and fresh herbs hits me the second we walk into Bill and Serena’s house. It’s the kind of warm, comforting aroma that immediately puts you at ease. I glance at Calvin, who’s balancing Elijah’s car seat in one hand like it weighs nothing, and he gives me a sma
Calvin’s POVThe soft cries of Elijah stir me from sleep. For a moment, I just lay there, my body heavy with exhaustion, staring at the ceiling. It’s the middle of the night, and every muscle in my body begs to stay in bed, but that little sound tugs at something deep in my chest. Before Stevie can
Serena’s POVI sit in the exam room, my hands resting protectively over my belly. The twins are kicking up a storm today, and I swear one of them just delivered a solid punch to my bladder. Dr. Hannah Lancaster, who has been my rock through this pregnancy, studies the monitor with a calm but focused
Bill’s POVWatching Calvin cradle Elijah in his arms today stirred something in me. It wasn’t jealousy — at least, not the bitter kind. It was more like a longing. Seeing him so calm, so grounded in this new chapter of his life, made me realize how much I’ve been wrapped up in work, distractions, an