LOGINWhen the police showed up that night, cuffing me in front of everyone, I played my part perfectly. The shock on Annie’s face, the desperation in Jason’s voice—it hurt to see, but I knew it was necessary. The arrest was a performance, orchestrated with Michael’s help and the cooperation of the loc
Laura’s POV The Hawaiian night was soft and warm, the kind that wraps you in a sense of peace, even after the storm. I stood on the balcony of our resort suite, the ocean’s gentle rhythm in the distance, my arms around Annie and Conrad, with Jason at my side. The chaos of the past few hours—the
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My plan—our plan—had been perfect. Airtight. How had it fallen apart? I looked at Laura, now standing with Jason’s arm around her, her face serene, like she’d never doubted this outcome. Max was still grinning, enjoying my downfall a little too much. “And t
Zoey’s POV The sharp clack of my heels echoed through the cold, sterile hallway of the Hawaiian police station, each step a victory march. Laura Williams Davies was behind bars, waiting to be transferred to New York for her trial, and I couldn’t wait to see her—broken, defeated, stripped of her unt
“Laura Williams Davies,” one of the officers said, his voice cutting through the chatter like a knife. “You’re under arrest for murder.” The world seemed to freeze. Laura’s smile vanished, her face going pale as the officers moved in, pulling her arms behind her back. The click of the handcuffs was
Zoey’s POV It had been months since I swore revenge on Laura Williams Davies, months since she’d humiliated me by firing me in front of everyone, tossing me out like I was nothing. The memory still burned—a sharp, jagged thing that fueled every step I took. Taking down someone like Laura wasn’t e
Anne When I got back to the car and looked in the rearview mirror as I drove toward my school's entrance, I could see Caleb with his hand on his head and his shoulders slumped, looking sad about what had just happened. I sighed resignedly and decided to look ahead and get on with my life, it was th
Anne It all started when I was 11 years old and Peter Morton wanted to kill his stepdad. “Does your Dad have a gun?” He asked when he and I were hiding in the ceiling of the ballroom where Uncle Jake's and his mom's wedding was taking place. "What?" For a moment, I thought I hadn't heard correctl
So, I was very shocked and intrigued by that boy. Why the hell was he talking like that? Did he not like Uncle Jake? Whoever in its consciousness wouldn't like Jake, since he was the coolest person in the world? And if he were still single one day and if I were of legal age, I would ask him to marry
Laura “Lindsay! It's been a long time,” I said excitedly, going over to hug her as she entered my office room. “Oh, Laura, I missed you so much,” she said with a smile for me as she returned my hug. I really didn't have any issues with her because I always liked her. She has always been an excelle







