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
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
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
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
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
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 POVThe night is everything I wanted it to be. Maybe even more.The gallery is buzzing with life—people sipping overpriced wine, murmuring to each other about my work like they’re art critics, nodding at my photos like they understand my soul. It’s surreal, standing here, knowing all of thi
Calvin’s POVJames leans back in his chair, expression unreadable as he flips through the latest report. The tension in my office is thick, like the air before a storm. I already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth, but I need to hear it.“It’s Lyons,” James confirms, setting the d
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