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
Serena’s POVThe elevator ride up to Calvin’s penthouse feels endless, even though I’m pretty sure it’s moving faster than I can think. The last few days have been a blur of texts and phone calls with Stevie, each one giving me a little more reassurance that she’s okay, but not quite enough to calm
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
Serena’s POVI throw myself into work the second we’re back in LA. Jet lag hasn’t even settled before I’m sitting at the long glass table in the Etoile de Collin conference room, going over reports, approving new designs, and pretending like I’m not still shaken from the break-in at our house.I don
Calvin’s POVJames doesn’t waste time. He sits across from me in my office, his expression grim as he lays out the details.He slides a folder across the desk. “Sterling’s been positioning himself for months, maybe even years. Slowly influencing key board members, manipulating internal narratives, p
Steven’s POVI haven’t been able to shake the feeling since the exhibit. The hooded figure. The way they lingered just outside. The way my gut twisted even before I really processed what I was seeing. It was the kind of instinct that screamed danger — the kind I’d learned to trust.And yet, when I g