Serena's POVOh, God. What the fuck did I just do?I rush to Bill, lying motionless on the ground. I call out his name but he doesn't respond. He's completely out cold.I kneel beside Bill, my hands shaking as I check if he's okay. Feeling guilty, I start talking to him, even though he can't hear me
Bill's POVI blink awake, confused at first about where I am. The room is dim and I'm lying on a couch, not my own bed.I sit up slowly, trying to shake off the fog in my head. The last thing I clearly remember is punching Max and then heading to a bar to drown out the night with drinks. After that
Serena’s POVI wake up and the morning light streaming through the window feels too bright, too harsh. I glance at the clock and it’s already 11:00 AM. I can't believe I slept in this late. The events of last night start to come back to me, the memories hazy but insistent. I push myself out of bed,
Serena’s POV"Sorry, Serena, I thought you were still upstairs," he stammers. I clear my throat. My back still turned to him and my eyes focused on the door as I try to regain my composure. "It's okay, Bill. I just... wasn't expecting that," I manage to say, my voice slightly shaky.There's an awkw
Serena’s POVI blink more than I intend to, trying to stay calm as I keep eating. The meal, which should have been enjoyable, now feels like a chore. I look at Bill’s direction and say. "I honestly don't know where to begin. Why don't you start by telling me what you remember?"Bill pauses, his fork
Serena’s POV"Thanks for asking, Bill, but I think I'll handle this one on my own. It's just something I'm used to doing alone," I say as I let him down easily. "Don’t you have work today? I don’t want to mess up your schedule."I can see he’s not ready to drop it yet. His jaw tightens slightly, lik
Bill’s POVDr. Sanchez leads us into the sonogram room where the gentle hum of the ultrasound machine fills the air with a subtle buzz of anticipation. It's dimly lit, making the screen in front of us the brightest thing in the room. Serena carefully lies down on the examination table, looking a bit
Serena’s POVOverjoyed by the ultrasound news of our baby boy, I suggest to Bill, "Let's go grab some coffee and maybe look at some books?" Bill smiles, the kind that shows he's just as eager to stretch out this day a little longer.We head to the nearby bookstore with a cafe at the front. As we wal
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
Calvin’s POVThe sun beats down on the pristine greens of the private course, the scent of fresh-cut grass and expensive cigars lingering in the air. The Titan Group shareholders’ golf event is in full swing—an annual spectacle of forced camaraderie, strategic networking, and thinly veiled power pla
Serena’s POVI don’t have the patience for this.Bill is still breathing hard, his fists clenched like he’s ready to swing again. Calvin, blood on his lip, stands his ground like he’s daring him to try. The energy in the room is thick with tension, male ego, and barely restrained fury. It’s suffocat
Stevie’s POVI’ve never been in a war room before, but I imagine this is what it feels like. The energy in Calvin’s penthouse is thick, charged, like we’re all waiting for someone to detonate. Papers are spread across the table — printouts of articles, screenshots of Sterling’s financial records, pi
Serena’s POVThe second I hear those words — If she had gone to Milan, she might’ve realized someone was already replacing her — something inside me snaps. I don’t sit there and stew in it. I move.Mia barely has time to look up from her laptop before I push open the door to her office, shutting it
Calvin’s POVAndrea is pacing my office like a trapped lioness, her sharp heels echoing off the marble floor. She’s not usually this agitated; she’s the steady one in the storm, the PR genius who’s seen me through crises I thought would bury us. But now, her calm veneer is gone, and it’s setting my
Stevie’s POVI know Calvin told me to let James handle it. I know I should be focusing on my exhibit, my pregnancy, my sanity. But there’s only so much waiting around I can do before I start climbing the damn walls.So, I do what any reasonable, hormonal, heavily pregnant woman with an authority pro
Bill’s POVThe second I step into my office at RGE, Sarah is already waiting by my desk, her face carefully composed but with a hint of urgency in her eyes.“You’ve got back-to-back meetings starting in twenty minutes,” she says, handing me a neatly organized folder. “Leo from Pinnacle AI called twi