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
Calvin’s POVStevie is restless again. I can see it in the way she keeps adjusting the blanket on her lap and tapping her fingers against the arm of the couch. She’s trying to hide it, but I know better.“You’re bored,” I say, watching her from across the living room.“No, I’m not,” she replies, her
Stevie’s POVIt’s too quiet in the penthouse. The kind of quiet that makes you feel small, even in a place this massive. Calvin left early for a meeting, saying he’d be back by lunch, but it’s already 2 p.m., and I haven’t heard a word from him.Not that I care.Okay, maybe I care a little.I pace a
Stevie’s POVThe soft hum of the penthouse’s ventilation system is too damn loud today. Or maybe it’s my own restlessness that’s making me hyper-aware of everything—the sound of my foot tapping against the floor, the faint ticking of a ridiculously expensive clock that Calvin insists is “decorative.
Daddy vs. the PTA Moms Bill’s POVI don’t know how I got here.That’s the first thing I think as I sit in this painfully bright elementary school cafeteria, surrounded by folding chairs, clipboards, and an army of PTA moms who look like they’ve been planning world domination since the crack of dawn.
Midnight Feedings & Whispered Confessions Serena’s POVI am so tired.The kind of tired that settles into your bones, that makes your limbs feel heavier, that turns your brain into mush. The nursery is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the nightlight.I shift slightly in the rocking chair, adjusti
Calvin’s POVThe sun sets slow, stretching pinks and oranges across the sky, painting the backyard in golden light. It’s one of those perfect LA evenings—warm, easy, humming with the kind of energy that only comes when you know everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be.Everyone is gathered ar
Serena’s POVThe backyard is buzzing with life.Laughter fills the air, blending with the sizzle of the grill and the scent of barbecue. The warm LA sun casts long shadows across the patio, the golden glow stretching over the lawn where the kids are running wild.Collin is chasing Elijah in endless
Calvin’s POVThe view from the conference room stretches out over the city, a sprawling skyline bathed in the late afternoon glow. It’s familiar—home. But today, it feels different. Lighter. No more war to fight, no more enemies lurking in the shadows. Just a future stretching wide open in front of
Serena’s POVThe late afternoon sun drapes golden light over the backyard, filtering through the trees and making everything glow. Collin’s laughter rings out as he sprints across the grass, his little legs moving fast, arms pumping as he dodges Noah and Isla. The twins are determined, giggling as t
Stevie’s POVI wake up to warmth. The kind that seeps into my skin, heavy and comforting, making me want to sink deeper into the sheets. Calvin’s arm is wrapped around me, his chest solid against my back, his slow, steady breathing tickling the nape of my neck.The soft sound of waves crashes just o
Serena’s POVThe bridal suite is filled with soft chatter, the scent of fresh flowers, and the distant hum of a string quartet playing downstairs. The golden afternoon light streams through the windows, casting everything in a soft glow. The air buzzes with energy—anticipation, nerves, excitement.A
Bill’s POVThe rooftop bar is buzzing with energy, the city lights stretching for miles beyond the glass railing. Music hums in the background, not too loud, just enough to blend into the night. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of whiskey, cigars, and whatever overpriced cologne James deci