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
"I’m the lucky one,” he replied, leaning in to kiss me softly. The kiss was sweet, full of promises, and for a moment, I managed to lose myself in it, setting aside the doubts Max had planted. But even as we exchanged caresses, my thoughts wandered. Max’s words kept haunting me: “You know Gideon’s
Annie POV The walk to Director Adkins’ office felt like a march to a battlefield. My heart pounded, my phone heavy in my pocket with the damning video of Madison’s cruelty and that baggie of drugs. Abby shuffled beside me, her eyes red-rimmed and her shoulders hunched, like she was carrying the w
I took his hand, but my stomach twisted. It was Friday, which meant I was supposed to head home for the weekend, back to the Davies’ estate in the suburbs. I thought Peter would take me home, but as we stepped out into the cool night air, he flagged down a taxi, the yellow car pulling up to the curb
Annie POV The air in The Electric Pulse was thick with the thump of bass and the haze of spilled drinks, but it all faded to a dull roar as Caleb’s words cut through me like a knife. He stood in front of our corner couch, swaying slightly, his beer bottle dangling from his hand, his eyes wild with







