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
Annie POV The Electric Pulse was still alive with music and flashing lights, but the corner where Peter and I sat felt like a bubble of tension, cut off from the pulsing crowd. My heart was still racing from Caleb’s outburst, his drunken accusations echoing in my head—you’re the ruin of us, Annie.
Abby POV The weight of the Pritchards’ mansion pressed down on me as I sat in my room, the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling mocking me with their childish hope. I’d spent the night staring at them, my thoughts a tangled mess of guilt, anger, and something else—something restless, like a bird tr
She smirked, a flicker of her usual fire. “Yeah, and you’re stuck with me. Now, I need a shower. And you’re coming with me.” I raised an eyebrow, trying to deflect. “That an invitation, baby?” She rolled her eyes, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom. “In your dreams, perv. I’m not let
Peter POV The taxi ride to my apartment was a slow descent into hell, the Manhattan skyline flashing past like a taunt, each neon light a reminder of the fight I wasn’t having. Annie sat beside me, her hand clamped around mine, her soft blue eyes boring into me like she could see the storm raging i







