Calvin’s POVThe sun beats down on the pristine greens of the private course, the scent of fresh-cut grass and expensive cigars lingering in the air. The Titan Group shareholders’ golf event is in full swing—an annual spectacle of forced camaraderie, strategic networking, and thinly veiled power pla
Stevie’s POVThe thing about investigative work is that it’s 90% bullshit, 5% dumb luck, and 5% “holy crap, I just found something huge.” Right now, I’m knee-deep in the first category, sifting through articles, emails, and old interviews, trying to connect the dots between Mark Brennan and William
Bill’s POVI’ve been here before — sitting in my office late at night, staring at financial reports, sifting through numbers until my vision blurs. Except this time, it’s not Pinnacle AI or RGE I’m focused on. It’s Etoile de Collin. Serena’s company. The empire she built from scratch, her pride and
Serena’s POVI march down the hallways of Etoile de Collin with purpose, heels clicking against the polished marble floors, my heart hammering against my ribs. I don’t stop to acknowledge the employees who throw nervous glances my way. I don’t stop to gather my thoughts or consider how I’ll handle t
Calvin’s POVI don’t call emergency board meetings.The last time I did, it was during a major acquisition, and even then, the room wasn’t as tense as it is now. The moment I step into the conference room at Titan Group’s headquarters, I can feel it — an unspoken shift in power. Some of the board me
Stevie’s POVParanoia isn’t something that sneaks up on you all at once. It’s a slow, creeping thing that starts as a gut feeling, then plants itself like a weed, twisting and growing until it’s impossible to ignore.I used to think I wasn’t the kind of person who got paranoid. I’ve walked through d
Bill’s POVI didn’t expect this fight tonight.Serena and I have had our fair share of disagreements, especially when it comes to balancing work and family, but this—this is different. This isn’t just a decision about a project or an event. This is about her company, the one she built from the groun
Calvin’s POVI sit across from William Sterling in a private club lounge, the kind of place where deals are made over hundred-dollar cigars and overpriced whiskey. The lighting is dim, the walls lined with mahogany, and the tension between us thick enough to choke on.Sterling doesn’t look like a ma
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