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
Conrad Adams POV It was early morning, and my phone buzzing yanked me awake. For a moment, I was completely disoriented, struggling to figure out where the hell I was. Then the wild night before hit me like a freight train: the car ride with Caleb and Max, Max baring his soul, Max crying, Max in
Max POV The spring night was cool, carrying the scent of rain as Conrad Adams drove in silence, a soft song playing through the car’s speakers. I sat in the passenger seat, soaking in every moment with him, each second feeling like a rare treasure. The sullen teenager was gone now, leaving just t
Max POV I was sprawled on the couch in my apartment, the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a glow of neon and shadow across the room. My mind was stuck on Conrad Adams. Ever since I saw him at Albert’s place, he’d taken over my thoughts, a relentless loop of memor
His eyes narrowed, a flash of pain crossing them. “History? You mean the part where I screwed up? I know I did, Conn. I said I was sorry, I poured my heart out to you. What more do you want?” “It’s not about wanting more,” I said, my voice steady but firm. “It’s about needing time to figure out wha







