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Serena's POVI walked into Dreamland Studio Monday morning feeling like a completely different person than the one who'd left for Vegas. The glass doors slid open, revealing the sleek, open-concept workspace I'd poured my heart into creating. Light poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating design stations where my team was already buzzing with activity."She's back!" Lucy called out, her brown bob swinging as she rushed over to hug me. "How was Vegas with Mr. CEO? Did you actually see anything besides your hotel room?"I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "We actually spent most of our time at the International Jewelry Expo.""Well, whatever happened there, you're practically glowing," she said, stepping back to assess me.The rest of the team gathered around, peppering me with questions about Vegas, the expo, and yes, my time with Ryan. I found myself describing the displays with animated gestures, my words tumbling out faster than I could control them."I need ever

Serena’s POVThe worst part was, I understood his frustration.I'd thrown myself back into work with a vengeance. Most days I was up before dawn sketching designs, taking calls during lunch, and working late into the night after Vivian fell asleep."I'm trying to juggle everything," I said, my voice softer. "But you're asking me to plan another wedding when we're already married.""I'm asking you to let me celebrate the fact that I got you back," Ryan countered, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "That we found each other again. Is that so unreasonable?"Before I could answer, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. The screen lit up with Cedric's name, and Ryan's expression went dark immediately."Perfect timing," he muttered.I silenced the call. "Ryan—""No, go for it. Answer it. Lancaster clearly has something earth-shattering to discuss at nine in the evening."I tossed my phone onto the bed, irritation flaring. "He's in town for the International Design

Maya's POVThe London headquarters of LUXE Jewelry Company was in absolute chaos. I'd just hung up with Serena after our emergency call about that Lance Draven asshole, and I was already exhausted. Rain pelted against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, matching my stormy mood perfectly."No, that statement is completely unacceptable!" I snapped, shoving the tablet back across the polished table. The PR team flinched collectively. "We're not 'looking into these concerning allegations.' That phrasing makes it sound like there might be truth to them!"The PR director, a usually composed woman named Charlotte, cleared her throat. "Mrs. Quinn, with respect, we need to acknowledge—""What we need," I cut in, "is language that defends Serena without sounding defensive. Something like 'Dreamland Studio categorically rejects these false claims and is preparing evidence that will conclusively disprove all allegations.'"My phone buzzed again—another Google alert for Serena's na

Author's POVRyan's investigation had finally hit pay dirt. The digital forensics team had traced Lance Draven's connection to a company called ARt Design—a flashy new design firm making serious moves in Canada.What they discovered about the plagiarism accusation was both simpler and more complex than anyone had anticipated. At its core, it had started as a coincidence. Both Lance Draven and Serena had drawn inspiration from the same viral internet image—standard practice in the design world. Lance had indeed published his initial design slightly earlier than Serena.But the design Lance was now using to accuse Serena wasn't his original work. It had been significantly modified after Serena published her creation—tweaked to more closely mirror her work, not the other way around.This was the smoking gun they'd been desperately searching for.After Serena touched down in London, she was greeted with this breakthrough news. She and Maya immediately called an emergency war council. Not o

Ryan's POVI stare at my phone wallpaper—a family photo of Serena, Vivian, and me."Mr. Blackwood, it's time to board," Simon informs me.I nod briefly, pocketing my phone and rising from the VIP lounge. My team has already made contact with ARt company—this trip to Canada should be quick and dirty.After landing, I'm met by a group of men in suits at the airport exit."Mr. Blackwood, we've been sent by Mr. Anderson to escort you. Your hotel accommodations are prepared."I scan them with arctic coldness. David Anderson—ARt's CEO and my scheduled meeting—couldn't even be bothered to show his face personally. Typical power play from someone who doesn't understand who they're dealing with."That won't be necessary," I reply flatly.Simon steps forward, smoothly intercepting Anderson's lackeys. "Mr. Blackwood requires rest. You can see yourselves out. As for the meeting, it will happen when Mr. Blackwood is ready."Without another word, I stride to the waiting car Simon arranged. If Anders