Serena’s POVWhen I walk through the office doors, I barely have a second to catch my breath before Stevie spots me from across the room. Her eyes light up, and she practically sprints over, pulling me into a hug so tight it feels like she’s trying to squeeze out the last few days of worry.“Serena!
Serena’s POVWhen we reach Bill’s place, I barely wait for the car to stop before I’m out, hurrying toward the door. Bill must’ve been watching out for us because the door swings open as soon as I reach it. He looks tense, his jaw set, and I can tell he’s just as anxious as I am.“Got here as soon a
Bill’s POV“I’m coming with you,” Serena says, her voice steady, leaving no room for argument.I meet her eyes, and I already know I won’t be able to change her mind. But I try anyway. “Serena, it could be dangerous. You don’t know what we’re walking into.”She shakes her head, her gaze unwavering.
Bill’s POV“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Harry spits out, his voice sharp and defensive. His eyes dart around the room like a trapped animal’s, his pale face betraying the fear he’s trying to hide.“Don’t lie to me,” I say, voice low, though I feel the fury simmering beneath. “Y
Bill’s POVThe world feels like it’s closing in, everything shrinking to this moment. Mom stands there, looking so much smaller than I remember, holding Collin close. She’s frail, almost unrecognizable.Her face is pale, gaunt, each cheekbone sharp, her eyes hollowed by dark shadows, and her hair —
Bill’s POVI hold Collin tight, staring at Mom, barely believing a word she just said. She looks at me, eyes wet, pleading, but I can’t bring myself to trust her — not after what she’s done.“Stage four cancer?” I repeat, my voice thick with skepticism. “So now you’re dying, and I’m supposed to… wha
Serena’s POVIt’s been a few days since we brought Collin home, and every day feels like we’re waking up to a miracle. Bill and I both cleared our schedules, taking a break from everything to just be here with him, soaking in every tiny moment we missed out on. There’s something magical about these
Serena’s POVCollin’s lying on his tummy, little legs kicking as he wiggles around, making his way from toy to toy, determined to grab every single one within reach. It’s a happy sight, one that fills me with a warmth I didn’t realize I was missing all this time.Bill and I are both down on the floo
Serena’s POVThe champagne flute in my hand feels more like a prop than a drink. I swirl the bubbly liquid absentmindedly, smiling and nodding as the CFO of Etoile de Collin drones on about quarterly projections. Usually, I’d be all over this conversation, asking questions, offering insights. Tonig
Calvin’s POVThe tension in the boardroom feels alive, crackling in the air like static electricity. Every seat is filled, every face turned toward me, waiting for what I’ll say. Nathan sits at the far end of the table, leaning back with that same smug expression he always wears when he thinks he’s
Calvin’s POVThe morning starts like any other. Coffee, emails, reviewing a few documents before diving into back-to-back meetings. But by mid-morning, Maria bursts into my office without knocking, her face pale.“You need to see this,” she says, handing me her tablet.I take it, already bracing for
Stevie’s POVWhen I walk into the penthouse, the first thing I notice is the smell. Not the usual clean, faintly masculine scent that lingers around Calvin’s place, but something warm and unexpected — garlic, maybe? Definitely food.I follow the smell to the dining area, where I find Calvin standing
Calvin’s POVNathan’s voice echoes in the boardroom, smooth and confident, like he’s rehearsed this moment a hundred times.“As much as I respect Calvin’s contributions to Titan Group,” he says, gesturing toward me with a practiced air of humility, “I believe it’s time we take a serious look at how
Stevie’s POVWhen I step into the penthouse, the first thing I notice is the silence. The kind that feels intentional, like everyone’s holding their breath. The second thing I notice is her.Victoria.She’s sitting on the couch, looking way too comfortable for someone who doesn’t live here. Her hair
Calvin’s POVThe conference room feels stifling despite the cool air conditioning. A dozen cameras are trained on me, their lenses unflinching, while a low hum of murmured questions fills the space. I adjust the microphone in front of me, my fingers steady even though my chest feels tight.This isn’
Calvin’s POVThe phone starts buzzing before sunrise. At first, I ignore it, hoping for just a few more minutes of quiet. But when the buzzing doesn’t stop, I know it’s something I can’t avoid.I sit up, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. The screen is flooded with notifications — emails, texts,
Stevie’s POVThe smell of fresh coffee drags me out of sleep. I blink at the sunlight streaming through the windows and realize, for once, I don’t feel like I’m running late or already behind. The bedside clock says it’s just past seven, which is weird because Calvin is usually halfway out the door