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’
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 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 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 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
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
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
Stevie’s POVThe magazine is on the coffee table, taunting me like it knows it hit a nerve.The headline? Calvin Lancaster’s Baby Mama: Meet the Woman Who Stole the Billionaire’s Heart.The article? A mix of lies, half-truths, and one semi-decent photo of me that I’m 90% sure they pulled from Calvin
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
Stevie’s POVI’ve got a camera in one hand, a checklist in the other, and exactly zero patience left in my reserves. Pregnancy is a wild ride, man. One minute, you’re on top of the world, feeling like a badass artist ready to conquer the universe with your vision. The next, you’re sitting on the flo
Serena’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the absence of that dull, nagging ache in my back. For the first time in days, I feel like I can actually take a deep breath without my body protesting. The second thing I notice is Bill sitting in the chair across the room, scrolling on his ph
Bill’s POVThe call comes in just as I’m wrapping up a meeting. Serena’s name flashes on my screen, and I immediately know something’s wrong. She rarely calls during the day unless it’s important.“Serena?” I answer, my voice sharp with concern.“Bill...” Her voice is shaky, almost breaking. “I—some
Serena’s POVMia sits across from me, her tablet balanced on her knee and that eager, slightly nervous look she always gets when I throw new responsibilities her way.“So, you’re confident you can handle this?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. “The
Bill’s POVI hear the front door close softly, but it doesn’t sound right. Not like it usually does when Serena comes home. There’s no click of her heels against the floor, no cheerful greeting as she tosses her bag onto the counter. Just silence.Collin is still bouncing around in the living room,
Serena’s POVMy office looks like a war zone. Papers scattered everywhere, my laptop balancing on the edge of my desk, and a half-empty cup of tea growing cold beside me. I’m not sure where the morning went. Hell, I’m not even sure what day it is.I rub my temples, staring at the endless list of dea