Laura POV “So are you going to help Gideon or not?” I asked him while we were still lying in our bed, looking at each other. Jason sighed as he threw his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling of our room. “I don’t know, to tell you the truth,” he replied. “May Lindsay forgive me, but I
Max POV “Oh my God… I had never had sex with a man with a pussy before! And it was incredible…!” Zoey Lee was sighing with a silly smile, staring at the ceiling of the room after having had a sublime cumshot, a cumshot that, modesty aside, he had provided for her. “That’s right, darling. My lovers
Albert POV The party had been over for a while, but the feeling of it still lingered in the air. I poured myself a generous whiskey; I needed a moment after all that chaos, even if it was good chaos. The Williams mansion was silent now; only the sound of the liquid hitting the glass filled the room
Albert's POV The night was falling heavily as I followed the road to the address Max had sent me, about the place where he would be waiting for me and needing my help. And surprisingly, the GPS led me to a police station in Queens, which made me frown since Max had an apartment in Manhattan. So, w
Anne's POV The morning had a different significance today. When I came down for breakfast, my mother was already running late, which isn't exactly surprising but always a little shocking. Mom and Dad had gone to a party last night and came home late, which was also to be expected. My grandmothers
Jason's POV I was sitting in this VIP café, a place that exuded sophistication and privacy, waiting for Gideon Bathory. His name evoked memories I would like to forget, but were indelibly marked in my history with Laura. In our years of trial—dark and tortuous years when we were divorced—Gideon was
Zoey POV I was having one of those days you wish you could erase from your memory, one of those you'd rather never have lived. It all started with the ugly fight I had with Chad, which ended with him taking Max to the police station. That night, Chad shouldn't have come back home, but he did, and h
Lindsay POV "Mommy, are you going to bring me chocolate when you get off work today?" my boy asked me over the phone. I gave a little laugh, loving to hear his voice on the other end of the line. "Yes, my love. Mommy will bring you a giant chocolate," I replied. "Yay! That way I can save some for
Annie POV Peter Morton’s face was just inches from mine, staring at me. The electric blue of his eyes was so close I could see his irises dilating and contracting. “You okay, Lady Ann?” he asked. I sighed with a small smile, half in delight. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.” Actual
Annie POV The masked boy—who I didn’t want to admit was Peter—took me to an upscale, comfortable hotel where I could spend the night safely, away from everything, and try to regain my composure and figure out what to do next. “You can stay here,” he said calmly, though his voice still carried a hi
Annie POV The masked boy led me through the dark campus, his hand firm in mine as we ran away from the ballroom. My legs trembled, the blue dress swishing with each step, and tears still streamed down my face, hot and relentless. The sound of the shouts, the judgments, still echoed in my head, bu
“No choice?” He cut me off, his tone incredulous. “Are you serious? You chose to help Madison make that video. You chose to plug it into the projector. And now Annie’s out there, broken, while you try to run from the responsibility. This doesn’t fix anything, Abby. It wasn’t supposed to end like thi
Abby POV I was there, tucked away in the shadows of the ballroom’s corner, my heart still racing as I watched the chaos I’d helped create unfold. The giant screen kept playing that horrible video, distorted and manipulated clips of Annie echoing through the room like a final verdict. People poin
Annie POV I was still on the dance floor, the warmth of the masked boy’s body against mine, my head resting on his chest as the slow music guided us. The sound of his heartbeat against my ear was almost hypnotic, and I let myself get lost in that feeling I couldn’t quite explain. He’d just said s
I swallowed hard, Caleb’s words coming back to haunt me. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe we’ve gone too far?” He’d said that at the mall, and I’d hung up on him, but now they echoed in my head. Annie had hurt me, yes. The fight in the dorm, the way she called me fake, like I was trash she
Abby POV I was leaning against the wall of the ballroom, the cup of punch in my hand already warm and forgotten, as I watched Annie dance with that masked boy. The soft lights of the ball cast shadows over them, and even from so far away, you could feel something in the air—a chemistry almost tangi
Anne POV I was there, trying to at least pretend I was enjoying the party with Summer, letting the loud music and spinning lights distract me from the weight pressing on my chest. Summer danced beside me, throwing her arms up with that endless energy of hers, and I tried to keep up, forcing a smile