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
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
“So,” I started, leaning back in the seat, “you’re back in New York, working with Albert again. Feels like old times, huh?” He nodded, his eyes on the road. “Kind of. The city’s different now, though. Feels louder, busier. Or maybe I’m just out of practice.” “Out of practice?” I said, smirking. “Y
Caleb POV I was sprawled on my bed, trap music blaring through my earbuds, the bass thumping loud enough to drown out the chaos in my head. I took a long drag from my vape, the sweet haze curling around me as I tried to unwind, but my thoughts were a mess, colliding like cars in a pileup. It was
Laura POV The soft glow of dawn filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting a warm golden hue over the countertops as I bustled around, preparing Annie’s eighteenth birthday breakfast. It was early, the kind of July morning where the air felt fresh and full of promise, and the Davies household







