ログインWhen 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 pool party pulsed around me, a kaleidoscope of laughter, splashing water, and thumping electronic beats, but my world tilted the second I saw Peter. One moment I was hugging Caleb, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder to keep things light, and the next, Peter was there, yanking
Max POV The diner was a time capsule, all chipped chrome counters and red vinyl booths that squeaked when you sat down. The air smelled of fried onions and coffee that’d been brewing since morning, and the jukebox in the corner hummed some old Springsteen tune. It was the kind of place that felt
The applause roared again, and I stepped back, my heart full but my eyes catching Madison storming off the stage, her heels clicking loudly as she stomped down the aisle. Her friends trailed after her, their heads bowed, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of triumph. She’d tried to break me, jus
“Ew, gross!” Daniel’s voice broke the spell, and we pulled apart, laughing as our twins barreled into the kitchen, their sneakers squeaking on the tile. Stephen was right behind him, his dark curls bouncing, both boys grinning mischievously. “Mom, Dad, stop smooching!” Stephen said, fake-gagging. “







