ANMELDENSerena’s POV“Can Annika have a half-day?” I asked the nurse, desperate to leave before my own thoughts became impossible to control.“Of course, Mrs. Reyes,” she replied kindly. “Just sign the release at the front.”Ten minutes later, we were back inside Killian’s SUV. Annika was safely buckled into the back seat, her small backpack resting beside her, looking completely content. Meanwhile, I was desperately trying to figure out how to get away from this situation before I started making the worst possible mistake.Because somewhere along the line, I was seeing the man I hated become someone I couldn’t easily hate anymore, and my revenge plans were starting to waver.And I couldn’t let that happen. Killian started the engine, and within seconds, a soft children’s melody filled the car through the speakers.I turned toward him, my brows furrowing in confusion. “How do you even have this on your playlist, Killian?”He glanced at me, a small, almost embarrassed smile touching his lips
Serena’s POVThe drive to the Upper East Side felt endless.Traffic on Lexington Avenue barely moved, and I sat in the passenger seat of Killian’s SUV, my fingers twisting the strap of my bag repeatedly as I tried to force the memory of what almost happened in his office out of my mind.An almost kiss.Because that was what it was. I shook my head, immediately focusing on the important matter at hand. Every part of this new life I was living was a risk, but Annika was the one thing that could truly break me. If anything happened to her because I was too distracted, I knew I would never forgive myself.Killian drove in silence, his attention fixed on the road ahead, occasionally checking the mirrors out of habit. After several minutes, he reached toward the center console, pulled out a small metallic tin, and opened it.Without looking away from the road, he extended it toward me.Inside were mints.I stared at the tin, then at his profile, my brows furrowing in confusion."“What is
Serena’s POVI knocked once on the door of Killian's office before pushing it open.He was standing behind his massive desk, his suit jacket discarded over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms. The surface of the desk was covered with different layers of paper and he was leaning forward, one hand resting against the papers as his eyes moved over every detail.Hearing the door, he didn’t look up immediately.“Come in,” he muttered, his voice rough from exhaustion.Then his eyes lifted, and his expression changed when he saw me. “Elena. Welcome. Could you please come here for a second? I need your insight on what you think about the changes they’re suggesting for the side of this property.”I paused at the edge of the room, my purse clutched against my side. Looking at him now, with the informant's message still burning a hole in my pocket, the air felt thick. The message hadn’t mentioned if he knew about the crane accident being intent
Serena’s POVThe message arrived the moment I pulled the car into park in the underground garage of Rhodes Incorporated. I turned off the ignition, and for a few seconds, the only sound was the murmur of people some distance away in the garage.Then my phone screen lit up on the console.Unknown Number: The waterfront accident was not an accident. I heard a conversation. Someone wanted it to happen. That is all I know.My fingers froze around the steering wheel.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.My mind did not go to the company, the investigation, or what this could mean for Rhodes. It went straight back to that day.The sound of metal tearing through the air.The panic that had ripped through my body as the beam came loose above us.The dust. The chaos. The terrifying certainty that everything was about to end.Until Killian’s arms had wrapped around me.Until he pulled me against him and shielded me almost immediately.I remembered standing there afterward, still shaking ben
Killian’s POV“Killian, did you completely forget we were supposed to meet the wedding coordinator today?”A sudden involuntary wave of irritation burned through my chest at Vivian’s question.“Choose whichever one you like, Vivian. I’m fine with whatever you decide.”The moment the words left my mouth, I knew they were the wrong ones.“You say that every single time,” she snapped.Her voice rose slightly, frustration bleeding through before the tears followed. “Would it honestly hurt you to just show up for one of these things? To act like you actually care about our wedding? About building a life together?”A pause.Then, softer:“Did I do something wrong, Killian?”Her voice cracked.“Are you punishing me for something?”Guilt settled heavily behind my eyes.The worst part was that Vivian hadn’t forced me into this engagement. I hadn’t walked toward it with excitement or certainty either, but I had agreed. I had made my choice. We were both trapped inside the consequences of decis
Killian’s POVI was happy for Dominic. I really was.That was the lie I tried to convince myself of the exact moment the front door clicked shut behind me and I stepped into the cool evening air.But the second I reached the street, the reminder that I was never truly alone came into view.Marcus’s car was parked some feet away from mine. He sat in the driver’s seat, a silent shadow I’d assigned to watch over me which should have been reassuring. Instead, it made everything worse.When you are being watched every second of your life, you learn how to trap your reactions down in your throat where no one can see them.When you spend every second of your life being observed, you learn how to bury your reactions deep enough that no one can see them. You learn how to lock everything away before anyone can ask the questions you don’t have answers for.I got into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and started the engine. I pulled away from the curb, but I didn’t go far. I turned the corner
Serena’s’ POVKillian’s hand slipped into the pocket of his coat still resting on my shoulders and pulled something out. A small velvet box. Then he held it out toward me.“You forgot this the last time you were in my office,” he said evenly.I looked at the box then back at him, hesitantly takin
Serena’s POV“Mommy, it’s Saturday,” Annika murmured, her small fingers wrapping around the hem of my beige trench coat as I reached for my keys on the foyer console. “Do you really have to go to work? You promised we could bake the lemon squares today.”I paused, looking down at her wide, trustin
Chapter 37 Serena’s POV“...Honestly, I’m still furious with Vivian,” Liz’s voice drifted over the top of the rack, dripping with disdain. “Since when did she start allowing riffraff into the inner circle? I can’t fathom what she’s thinking, even contemplating nominating Elena for the charity commi
Serena’s POV“Do we really need another dress, Chloe? Honestly.”I pulled at the lapel of my dress, looking through the rear-view mirror at Chloe, who was currently maneuvering her car through the evening Manhattan traffic with the kind of aggressive confidence only a native New Yorker possessed.“







