INICIAR SESIÓNWhen 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
Abby’s POV The Hawaiian night was warm and alive, the kind of night that begged you to stay up and make bad decisions. It was late, way past the time when the adults thought we’d all be tucked away in our rooms, but no way were we just going to sleep. Not me, not Annie, and definitely not Peter.
Lindsay’s POV The Hawaiian night was heavy with heat, the kind that clung to your skin and made you feel restless, like something was waiting to happen. I’d been sleeping alone with Wyatt every night of this trip, tucked away in our suite while Matt and Gideon each took their own rooms. I got it—
Peter POV I sat at the Davies’ dining table, the weight of their eyes on me like a spotlight I couldn’t dodge. The lunch was going better than I’d expected, considering the disaster that could’ve been. Annie’s parents still weren’t exactly rolling out the welcome mat for me, their glances sharp a
Mom’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Dad’s fork paused mid-air. “It’s not just that they’re seeing each other,” Mom said, her voice measured but sharp. “It’s what happened last year. The road trip, the… incident.” Her eyes locked onto Peter, and I felt him tense beside me, his hand tightening ar







