Serena’s POV
The penthouse is a sanctuary of muted luxury at 2 a.m., the city skyline a silent witness to the storm brewing within its walls. The air carries the faint scent of cedar and s*x, a lingering echo of our passion on the kitchen counter hours ago, my body still tingling from Adrian’s touch—his c**k deep inside me, his tongue on my c**t, the raw intensity of our union. But the peace is fragile, shattered by the weight of Jake Hart’s confession and Lila’s watchful smirk outside the bar. I sit on the sofa, my black dress replaced by a silk robe, my hair a wild cascade, my mind racing with the implications of her next move. The video of Jake’s admission—his tearful retraction of Lila’s lies—sits on Adrian’s laptop, a weapon we plan to wield tomorrow, but the threat of “twins” and my
