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
As we reached the patio, the DJ lowered the music, and Summer’s voice rang out through a microphone. “Alright, everyone, it’s time to sing for our birthday girl!” The crowd gathered around the table where a massive cake sat, its white frosting shimmering with edible glitter, eighteen candles flicker
Annie POV Peter and I sat side by side on the sofa in my parents’ study, my nerves so frayed I couldn’t stop biting my lips. Through the closed door, I could hear the muffled voices of my parents arguing, their tones tense, though I couldn’t make out their words. The weight of the moment pressed
Lindsay POV The morning dawned with soft light filtering through my bedroom curtains, but I couldn’t feel the tranquility it promised. It was the day of my prenatal appointment, the first since discovering the pregnancy, and my heart was torn between the excitement of hearing the baby’s heartbeat
The sun hung high over New York on July 20th, its golden rays bathing the Davies’ sprawling Victorian mansion in a warm summer glow. The air was thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and freshly cut grass, and the estate buzzed with the frenetic energy of preparations for Annie Davies’ eighteen







