Stevie’s POVI’m pacing my living room, muttering to myself like a lunatic.“Calvin, listen—no, that’s too polite.” I stop and shake my head, trying again. “Look, Calvin, I don’t owe you an explanation. That’s better. Straight to the point. No room for debate.”I glance at the mirror above my couch
Calvin’s POVFatherhood.The word keeps bouncing around my head, refusing to settle. It feels foreign, heavy. Like trying on a jacket that doesn’t fit but knowing you’re stuck wearing it anyway.I stare out the window of my office, watching the city buzz below. Cars honk. People hustle. Life moves o
Serena’s POVThe office feels quieter than usual. Maybe it’s the late hour or the fact that most people have already gone home. But as I glance across the room at Stevie, hunched over her laptop, I know something’s off.She’s always had a way of pushing through, of pretending everything’s fine when
Serena’s POV“Stevie, stay with me,” I mutter, my voice shaking as I keep one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her weight sags against me, and I feel the panic rising in my chest.“I’m fine,” she whispers weakly, but her pale face and unfocused eyes say otherwise.“You’re not fine,” I snap, flaggin
Calvin’s POVHospitals always feel the same—like time slows down, stretching every second into an eternity. I’m standing outside Stevie’s room, staring at the door, willing myself to move. My hand hovers near the handle, but I can’t bring myself to push it open.I can hear her voice faintly through
Stevie’s POVThis has to be the fanciest kidnapping in the history of bad ideas.I’m standing in the foyer of Calvin’s penthouse, staring at the polished marble floors, the towering windows, and a chandelier that looks like it could fund a small country. Everything about this place screams luxury—to
Stevie’s POVThe ride to the clinic is quiet. Calvin’s hands are steady on the wheel, his focus fixed on the road. I know he’s trying to make this feel normal, like he’s not driving me to an appointment that confirms the biggest change in my life. It doesn’t work.“You didn’t have to drive me,” I sa
Calvin’s POVStevie’s been here for three days, and I’m starting to think she’s allergic to letting people take care of her.She spends most of her time holed up in the guest suite, emerging only when absolutely necessary, like meals. Even then, she always looks like she’s bracing herself for an amb
Calvin’s POVAndrea Michaels sits across from me in the dimly lit private lounge at the Lancaster Hotel, swirling her espresso like she has all the time in the world. She’s been with Titan Group for years — sharp, strategic, and one of the few board members I actually trust.Which is exactly why thi
Stevie’s POV“I’m just saying, the guy is shady as hell,” I say, pacing around the living room, laptop balanced precariously on one hand. “You don’t randomly show up at my exhibit, snapping pictures of me instead of my work, unless you’re up to something.”Calvin leans back on the couch, his arms cr
Bill’s POVThe conference call finally ends, and I lean back in my chair, rubbing the tension from my neck. Managing RGE and Pinnacle AI remotely is a delicate balance. I can’t be completely hands-off, but I also can’t spend all my time buried in work while Serena is home, growing two humans.Lately
Serena’s POVI should feel excited. Scratch that… I am excited. The energy in the Etoile de Collin conference room is electric as we throw around ideas for next season’s campaign. Sketches are pinned to the walls, fabric swatches are spread across the table, and everyone is talking over each other
Calvin’s POVJames stands across from me in my office, his usual calm demeanor tinged with tension. He flips through a folder of documents, placing one on the table in front of me.“These are preliminary findings,” he says, pointing to a highlighted section. “We’ve traced irregular financial activit
Stevie’s POVThe gallery is buzzing with the kind of energy I used to dream about. It’s surreal seeing my work up on these walls, under bright, intentional lighting. Each piece tells a story, but all I can think about is whether I’ll make it through the night without puking or needing a chair.“You
Bill’s POV“Collin, did you know the Triceratops used its horns to protect itself from T. rex attacks?” I ask, pointing to the picture in his favorite dinosaur book.Collin gasps dramatically, his little hands clutching the edge of the table. “Like a superhero?”“Exactly like a superhero,” I reply,
Serena’s POVThe email sits in my inbox like a ticking time bomb. The subject line reads, Milan Fashion Gala – Final Confirmation Needed. It’s everything I’ve worked for: Etoile de Collin on a global stage, a chance to solidify our name among the greats. And yet, staring at the words feels like some
Calvin’s POVThe Titan Group boardroom feels like a pressure cooker, every gaze at the table expectant and sharp. I sit at the head, the weight of leadership heavier today than it’s been in months. The media buzz surrounding the company isn’t just noise anymore; it’s becoming a tangible threat.“Let