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 POV I barely slept, slumped in the stiff hospital chair beside Max’s bed, the steady beep of the monitors keeping me grounded. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—pale, bruised, his blue eyes searching mine like I was his lifeline. I couldn’t leave, not after the scare of his accident,
I laughed, the sound easing some of the weight in the room. “Deal.” The doctor gave Max a few final instructions—rest, hydration, no screens for a while—and then we were free to go. Melanie helped Max gather his things, while Albert pulled me aside in the hallway, his expression more serious now. “
Annie POV The Sunday afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of our dining room, casting golden streaks across the polished mahogany table. I sat there, my hands twisting in my lap, my stomach a knot of nerves as I glanced at Peter across from me. Today was the day—the official lunch with
“Always,” I said, grabbing his hand. We didn’t bother telling anyone where we were going—just slipped away, the thrill of sneaking off together sparking between us. We wandered away from the resort, following a narrow path that wound through the jungle. The air was thick with the scent of flowers a







