Serena walked into the boardroom with a sharp, confident stride, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The atmosphere inside was thick with tension, an unspoken heaviness hanging between the members seated at the long glass table. She could already feel their eyes on her, some filled with skepticism, others with curiosity, and a few with outright disapproval. She had known this meeting was coming the moment she stepped foot back in Los Angeles. The murmurs, the side glances, the way people in her own company avoided looking her directly in the eye—it all pointed to one thing. Someone had been working against her, and from the way some of the board members sat stiffly with their papers neatly stacked before them, she already had a good idea who. Still, she didn’t let it show. She pulled out her chair with deliberate ease, setting her bag down beside her as she took her seat at the head of the table, her face unreadable. “Alright,” she said, her voice cool and
Serena stormed out of the boardroom, her heels clicking aggressively against the marble floors as she made her way to her office. Her entire body was tense, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She had expected resistance, but the fact that they had already set up a vote, that the plan had been in motion before she even stepped back into the building—it infuriated her. Emma was right on her heels, practically jogging to keep up. “Serena, wait up!” she called, struggling to keep pace. Serena didn’t slow down. She shoved open the door to her office, stepping inside and dropping her bag onto the desk with more force than necessary. Emma slipped in after her, shutting the door behind her. “Alright, spill. What the hell just happened in there?” Serena let out a sharp breath, running a hand through her hair. “They’re planning to vote me out,” she said bluntly. Emma’s face fell. “What?” Serena let out a humorless laugh, pacing across the room. “Apparently, my leadership is ‘too
Ryan sat at his desk, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as he stared at his phone. His mind was racing. After last night’s conversation with Serena, he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. He had seen her frustration, the fire in her eyes when she told him about the board voting her out. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this wasn’t just business politics—someone was orchestrating this. Someone wanted Serena gone. He leaned back in his chair and turned to his assistant, Jefferson, who stood waiting patiently with his notepad in hand. “Jefferson,” Ryan said, rubbing his temples. “I need you to do something for me.” Jefferson nodded. “Of course, sir. What do you need?” Ryan exhaled. “I need you to get in touch with some of the shareholders at Rocky’s Designs. Discreetly. Find out where they stand with this vote, and more importantly, see if they can be swayed.” Jefferson frowned slightly. “Swayed, sir?” R
Ryan left his father’s house feeling a mixture of frustration and unease. He had gone there hoping to get answers, maybe even a confession, but instead, Thomas had played his usual games—denying everything with that same smug arrogance that always made Ryan’s blood boil. Still, his gut told him his father was involved. And if Thomas really was behind the plot to remove Serena from her own company, then Ryan wasn’t just going to stand by and let it happen. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he drove toward Rocky’s Designs. He had to warn Serena. Minutes later, Ryan pulled up in front of the sleek glass building. He stepped out, ignoring the way a few employees glanced at him curiously as he made his way to the private elevator leading to Serena’s office. He wasn’t sure how she would react to him showing up unannounced, but that wasn’t his concern right now. He knocked once before pushing the door open. Serena was seated at her desk, reviewing some documents, but her ey
The atmosphere in the boardroom was thick with tension, an almost suffocating heaviness hanging over everyone as they took their seats. Serena sat at the head of the table, her face impassive, though her heart pounded in her chest. Today was the day. Today, she would either walk out of this room as the CEO of Rocky’s Designs, or she would be forced out of the very company she had built from the ground up. She had fought tooth and nail for this moment. She had spent the past two days working behind the scenes, meeting with board members, reminding them of what she had done for this company, countering every argument that had been used against her. She had no way of knowing if it had been enough. But she did know one thing—she wasn’t going down without a fight. The chairman cleared his throat, his voice breaking the silence. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to cast our votes regarding the future leadership of Rocky’s Designs.” “ As you are all aware, concerns have b
The exclusive country club’s private lounge was silent except for the occasional clinking of glasses and the muffled sound of jazz playing softly in the background. It was a place where powerful men gathered to discuss matters that could not be spoken about in boardrooms or over corporate emails. Here, in the dimly lit space lined with rich mahogany furniture and the scent of aged whiskey, deals were struck, enemies were made, and secrets were buried. Tonight was no different. Richard and Daniel sat across from Thomas Winters, the man they had placed their trust in to help them remove Serena from Rocky’s Designs. The expressions on their faces were tense, filled with frustration and uncertainty. They had expected tonight’s meeting to be a victory toast, a quiet celebration of Serena’s downfall. Instead, they had to sit here and report their failure. Thomas, on the other hand, sat completely still, his fingers drumming lightly against the glass of whiskey in his hand. His sh
Serena sat in her office, the weight of the past few days slowly beginning to lift off her shoulders. The battle had been long, the tension suffocating, but she had won. She was still CEO of Rocky’s Designs, and despite all the odds stacked against her, she had managed to outmaneuver those who wanted her gone. She leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly as she stared at her phone. Ryan’s name hovered on her screen, her finger hesitating over the call button. It wasn’t like her to reach out to him first. In fact, she rarely did unless it was absolutely necessary. But this time, something in her gut told her it was the right thing to do. Ryan had helped her. He had reached out to shareholders on her behalf. He had warned her about his father’s possible involvement, something he hadn’t needed to do. Despite their complicated past, he had stood by her in this—at least in his own way. With a deep breath, she pressed the call button and held the phone to her ear. It only rang tw
Thomas Winters sat in the dimly lit VIP lounge of an upscale hotel, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey he had barely touched. The leather booth he sat in was isolated from the rest of the room, providing the perfect setting for a private conversation—one he wasn’t particularly looking forward to. Across from him, Kate Andrews sat with her arms crossed, legs elegantly crossed at the knee, her expensive designer dress clinging to her body. Her face was perfectly made up, but the anger simmering beneath her cold, sharp gaze was unmistakable. She had just heard the news, and she wasn’t taking it well. “She won?” Kate hissed, her voice laced with disbelief and fury. Thomas exhaled sharply, setting his glass down on the marble tabletop. “Yes, Kate. She won.” Kate scoffed, shaking her head in frustration. “Unbelievable. You promised me that she would be gone. You said the board was already in our hands. And yet, somehow, Serena still manages to slip through like a da
Ryan’s heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced his feet to move. He had stood frozen for too long. Serena still hadn’t seen him. She was focused on breathing through her contractions, her hand gripping the railing as she took slow steps forward. His throat was dry. His palms were sweaty. But he couldn’t waste another second. “Serena.” The moment he spoke, she froze. Her body tensed, her grip on the railing tightening. Slowly—so slowly—she turned her head toward him. Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. “Ryan?” Ryan exhaled sharply. God, she was beautiful. Even in a hospital gown, with exhaustion written all over her face, she looked like the most stunning thing he had ever seen. His chest tightened. She was about to give birth to his child. And she had tried to keep it from him. “Why?” His voice was hoarse, raw with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Serena immediately turned away. “Not now, Ryan,” she muttered, trying to keep walking. But Ryan wasn’t le
The cold air of the ice rink bit at Ryan’s skin as he skated across the smooth surface, his breath coming out in white puffs. The crowd was cheering, the sound of sticks hitting the puck echoed through the large arena, and his teammates were yelling for him to pass the puck. But none of it registered. His mind was somewhere else. Or rather, with someone else. Serena. The moment Amy’s innocent little voice had blurted out the truth over the phone, Ryan had felt the world shift beneath his feet. She had been carrying his child for nine months. Nine months. And she hadn’t told him. The thought kept slamming into him like a freight train, making his grip on his hockey stick tighten, his movements stiff and uncoordinated. “Ryan, focus!” Ethan’s voice rang from behind him. Ryan barely heard him. Ethan must have noticed, because the next thing he knew, his best friend skated up beside him and knocked him hard on the shoulder. “Dude, what’s wrong with you? You look like you jus
The Christmas lights twinkled softly in Serena’s living room, casting a warm glow over the space. Snow was falling gently outside, covering the city in a soft white blanket. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air, courtesy of the cookies Emma had baked earlier. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening. But Serena was anything but peaceful. She sat on the couch, one hand resting on her very pregnant belly, while the other rubbed her forehead. She was exhausted. Nine months. She had managed to keep her pregnancy a complete secret for nine whole months. It hadn’t been easy—working from home, avoiding public appearances, making sure no one suspected anything. Emma had done an amazing job shielding her from the world. Even now, as her due date crept closer, Serena still wasn’t ready for the world to know. And most importantly, she wasn’t ready for Ryan to know. She sighed, leaning back into the cushions. Amy was sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, her li
Emma had just stepped out of the shower when her phone started buzzing on the nightstand. She wrapped a towel around herself, quickly reaching for the device. A small smile tugged at her lips when she saw the name flashing across the screen. Ethan. She answered immediately, pressing the phone to her ear. “Hey, babe.” Ethan’s deep, familiar voice came through the line, warm and teasing. “Hey, beautiful. Busy?” Emma chuckled, settling onto the bed. “Not really. Just got out of the shower. Why? You sound suspiciously sweet today.” Ethan laughed. “Can’t a man be sweet to his girlfriend without suspicion?” “Not when that man is you,” Emma teased, shaking her head. “So, what’s up?” “Clear your schedule tonight,” Ethan said smoothly. “I’m taking you out.” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Out? Like… dinner?” “Dinner, yes,” Ethan confirmed. “But before that, I’m taking you shopping. You need something special to wear for tonight.” Emma’s heart did a little flip. “Ethan, you know I can pick
Serena had been feeling off for weeks. It had started with the constant nausea, the exhaustion that no amount of rest could fix, and the strange sensitivity to smells that had her gagging at the most unexpected moments. At first, she dismissed it as stress. Her life has been a whirlwind of events lately—Philip being exposed, Ryan trying to win her back, the scandal that nearly destroyed her company, and the overwhelming relief of regaining her reputation. It wasn’t surprising that her body was reacting to all of it. But when she could barely keep food down for three days in a row, Emma had stepped in. “You need to go to the hospital, Serena,” Emma had said firmly, standing in her office with her hands on her hips. Serena, who was slumped over her desk, groaned. “It’s just stress.” Emma arched her brow. “Stress makes you tired, moody, and maybe gives you headaches. Stress doesn’t make you throw up every morning for two weeks straight.” Serena sighed, pinching the bridge of her n
Serena sat in her office, staring out the large window at the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the buildings, but she hardly noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, tangled in the mess of emotions she had been avoiding for weeks. Everything had changed. The truth about Philip. The revelation that Steve—the man who had helped her rebuild her life—was actually Ryan’s father. The scandal that had almost cost her everything. But most of all, Ryan. His presence in her life had once been something she had accepted begrudgingly. Their nights together, their moments of passion—it had all been something she had allowed herself to indulge in, telling herself that it didn’t mean anything. She had convinced herself that it was just sex. That her heart wasn’t involved. But now, as she sat alone in her office, she realized that Ryan had always been a storm in her life. And she was tired of storms. She exhaled, leaning back in her chair. She had fought so hard to re
The news spread like wildfire, dominating every media outlet, news channel, and social platform. It was a scandal unlike anything the city had ever seen. The man the world had known as Thomas Winters was not Thomas at all. Every major newspaper, every television station, and every online gossip site ran with the same shocking headline: Philip Winters—Imposter Billionaire! Not the Real Thomas Winters! Billionaire Steve Jacob is Actually Thomas Winters! The revelation shook the entire business world. For years, the Winters family had been seen as one of the most powerful and influential families in the country. But now? Now, the truth had shattered their reputation in ways no one could have ever imagined. And Kate’s involvement? That only made it worse. Reports detailed her role in the conspiracy—how she had aligned herself with Philip, how she had worked against Serena Winthrop, how she had helped orchestrate attacks on Serena and her daughter. It was a complete disaster for
Kate sat on the floor of Rolly’s living room, her hair disheveled, eyes wild with frustration. The walls seemed to close in on her, suffocating her as her thoughts spiraled deeper into madness. The only sound in the dimly lit apartment was the low hum of the television, where a news report was still playing clips of the scandal that had ruined her life. The footage of her and Thomas—no, Philip—played over and over again, reminding the world of her shame. She clutched her phone tightly, her nails digging into the glass screen as she dialed Ryan’s number again. One ring. Two rings. Straight to voicemail. Kate let out a ragged breath, her pulse hammering in her ears. She had called him more than a hundred times. Had sent him texts, voice messages—begged him to at least talk to her. But there was nothing. He had cut her off. Completely. A scream of rage ripped from her throat as she threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack, pieces scattering onto the floo
The room was filled with a suffocating silence as Margaret Winters’ sharp gaze swept over her husband. She squared her shoulders, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know what you’re trying to imply,” she said coolly, her tone sharp and unwavering. “But I’m looking at my husband, Thomas Winters, right now. There’s nothing off about him.” Ryan’s breath hitched. His gaze flickered between his mother and Steve, waiting for some kind of reaction—a hesitation, a flicker of doubt. But Margaret remained completely convinced that nothing was wrong. Steve smirked, shaking his head slightly. “Well, Philip,” he said, his voice laced with amusement as he looked at Thomas. “Are you going to start confessing? Or should I spill the truth myself?” A brief shadow crossed Thomas’s face—a flicker of confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped, his tone edged with irritation. But Ryan caught something beneath it. Fear. Steve sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets. “You’re r