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
Conrad POV The last few weeks had been a blur of work, endless meetings, and late nights at the office, all in a desperate attempt to keep my mind off Max. I’d been avoiding him like my life depended on it, dodging his calls, ignoring his texts, anything to keep that night—our night—out of my head.
Conrad POV I don’t know how I ended up here, sitting at Max’s sleek dining table, the morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. The smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, courtesy of Max’s private chef, a quiet woman who moved around the kitchen
Abby POV I was curled up on one of the campus garden benches, trying to lose myself in my handheld video game. The click of the buttons and the repetitive game music were my only anchor, a shield against the reality I didn’t want to face. The afternoon sun beat weakly on my back, but it didn’t warm
“Oh no,” I muttered, my stomach sinking. This was the first time they’d come face-to-face, wasn’t it? I hadn’t even thought about it, but now it hit me like a truck. Caleb and I had history—not a full-on relationship, but enough late-night talks and lingering looks for it to mean something. And I kn







