Bill’s POVSerena and I are finally on the same page — something I’ve wanted for a long time. We’re both committed to finding Collin, and for once, we’re not working against each other. James has been looking into Harry O’Donnell, but nothing matches the description Irina gave us. Whoever this guy
Bill’s POVCalvin stands confidently at the front, his team gathered behind him like a bunch of well-dressed soldiers ready for battle. I watch, arms crossed, as he kicks off their presentation. The room quiets down, all eyes on him.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Calvin begins, his voice smooth, almost to
Serena’s POVStevie and I are glued to the TV, barely breathing. My heart’s pounding like I’ve just run a marathon.The Oscar nominations are rolling in. Shattered Reflections has already snagged three: Best Cinematography, Best Original Score, and Best Costume Design. Each time they mention the mov
Bill’s POV"You're here earlier than I expected, Mr. Richardson," Gianna says, leaning back in her chair. The faintest hint of a smile tugs at her lips like she’s surprised to see me. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t show up.Hell, I’m surprised I’m even here.I've always managed on my own. Always kept
Serena’s POVI reread Bill’s text, just to make sure I didn’t imagine it.My hands tremble a little as I read the words over and over like they might disappear if I blink. He actually said it. I love you.I glance around. Good thing it’s the weekend and no one’s around to see me like this, falling a
Serena’s POVI didn’t mean to tell Matt everything. But once I started, the words just kept coming out, faster than I could stop them.I tell him about how Doris tried to push me off the rooftop while I was pregnant, and how she and Kevin kidnapped me to get to Bill. But I leave out the part about o
Bill’s POV“Serena?” I say, watching the way she shifts uncomfortably. I can tell she’s on edge, so I don’t wait for her to introduce us.I turn to her friend, holding out my hand. “I’m Bill.”He looks at my hand for a second before shaking it. “Matt.”“Nice to meet you, Matt.” I keep my voice stead
Serena’s POVEster’s jewelry sketch lies in front. “So,” I ask Stevie, turning the design her way, “what do you think?”Stevie leans in, her fingers tracing the outline of the necklace in the sketch. She raises an eyebrow, shooting me a curious look. “Alright, spill. What’s the inspiration?”“Old Ho