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
Annie’s POV The morning sun was already high, casting golden streaks across the resort’s dining area as we finished breakfast. The group had scattered, everyone off to their own plans for the day—some heading to the beach, others lounging by the pool. I’d agreed to spend the day with Mom, hitting
Max POV The drive from the hospital felt like a blur, the city lights streaking past as Conrad steered us toward the Jacksons’ brownstone in Brooklyn. My ribs ached with every bump in the road, and the bandage on my forehead itched, but I didn’t care. Conrad was here, his presence steady and warm
Annie POV The night air was warm and electric as Peter and I sprinted through the gated community where my parents’ mansion stood, our hands clasped tightly, our laughter muffled to avoid drawing attention. The manicured lawns and towering estates blurred past us, their windows glowing with the s
He was here, taking care of me, and it wasn’t just about my cracked ribs or concussion. He knew I was a mess, emotionally as much as physically, and he was still here. That meant more than I could say. “So,” he said after a while, his voice gentle, “Zoey’s gone, huh? What happened there?” I sighed







