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
Abby POV It was a lazy Sunday, and I was at the mall’s food court, waiting at the counter to pick up snacks for myself and the “new friends” I’d managed to latch onto. The smell of grease and cheap coffee filled the air, and the hum of conversations mixed with the muffled pop music from the speaker
Max POV I was driving through the city with the radio on low, just a background murmur to keep the silence from swallowing me whole, when my phone buzzed on the dashboard. Zoey. Of course it was her. The girl had already wormed her way into my house like a high-heeled parasite, and now, apparently,
Annie POV I nearly fell over when I saw Peter calling me. My mom, who was watching me from the corner of her eye, clearly knowing something she shouldn’t, as always, asked who it was. “It’s just Summer, Mom,” I replied reluctantly, standing up and heading to the balcony. I loved my mom, but she ha
Annie POV After the moment at the mall, I returned to the dorm with a tight chest, carrying the bags with the blue dress Summer had insisted I buy. The plan was to distract myself, but Madison’s words—“racist,” “canceled piece of trash”—spun in my head like a broken record, mingling with Nadia’s re







