MasukJake cracked fast. Cops said he spilled everything.Felicity? They told me she knew the game was over. Her act crumbled.She admitted it. Said she hated my life. Hated that my dead parents still managed to leave me stupid-rich.So she planned to end me.We'd signed a joint will. One dies, the other cashes in.She dragged me to that hotel, acting all worried, like we were catching Jake cheating.But she came loaded—with some knockout vapor. One breath, and you're out. She took meds to stay immune.Once I passed out, moving me was easy.Didn't matter how many times I switched rooms. If she was close, I was going down eventually.That car crash from an earlier loop? Probably fake too—just another setup to stall me.***Felicity made a request. "I want to see Lydia. How'd she find out? Where'd the evidence come from?"One of the cops shut her down. "She recorded you. It's all on tape."Her jaw tightened. "We're best friends! She can't just— If I say sorry, she'll forgive me. J
Jake turned on the charm. "Of course not. I'd never touch a girl like her. You're all I want."Felicity sounded smug. "Hmph. If I find out you did, don't blame me for cutting you off when I get the inheritance."Jake laughed, trying to please. "Heard your best friend's worth over ten mil? What'd her dead parents do to stack that much?"Felicity laughed. "They ran a company. Died young, left her loaded. She can't touch a dime till twenty-five. She's just working there now, 'training.' Pretty big deal—might hit a few hundred mil soon."Jake sounded unsure. "But it's her money. Can you actually take it?"Felicity scoffed. "Of course. We signed a joint will forever ago. Whoever dies first, the other gets everything. No family, no kids—it's all mine. I didn't stick around all these years for nothing."Once I've got the company, I'll bring you in. Play it smart, and when I hit twenty-five, you're CEO."Jake grinned. "You're incredible. Being with you is the best thing that ever happen
I didn't say a word.My uncle already had the plan. Cops and an ambulance—on the dot, no matter how it went down.The EMTs got there first, carting Jake out.Felicity flinched, tried to slip out behind them.I grabbed her.She wasn't going anywhere.I still had the knife.She'd dropped it the second Jake went down. I scooped it up without thinking—my original blade was still in him. No way she'd risk grabbing that one.I aimed it at her. "Don't move."She hit the floor, hands up, tears everywhere."Please—don't kill me! Take whatever you want. You already stabbed Jake, right? Just drop the knife! I'll write a statement, clear your name, I swear!"The cops yanked me back.Pain shot through my wrists as the knife hit the floor and vanished fast."Don't move!"Their eyes locked on me—tight, suspicious.I stayed silent.Felicity tried to dip, but they weren't letting her go. Not yet.Since I had the weapon, they cuffed me, tore through my stuff, and grabbed my phone.Feli
"Lydia, they already booked the room. They'll be here tonight. When the time comes, we'll catch them red-handed!"Same hallway. Same words. I opened my eyes and just... gave in.No plans. No resistance. I trailed behind her, quiet. Straight into Room 008—our first-reset spot.She swiped the card.Beep.Lights on.I backed off, giving her space while I scoped the room. Cracked the window—cold air blasted in, sharp and sobering.But Felicity rushed over, slammed it shut. "It's freezing. You'll catch a cold. I need you sharp when we bust those cheaters."I nodded, hit the bathroom, then let her drag me to the bed.She started rambling—same script as before.I half-listened, eyes tracking everything.That same old dizziness crawled up my neck.I shut my eyes. "I'm tired. Set an alarm. Wake me when it's time.""Sure. Go ahead and sleep."So I did. No more pushing back. I let it all play out.I had no clue what went down while I was out, but one thing was clear—whoever wanted
The car jerked violently.Felicity and I slammed forward, seatbelts yanking us back.The driver had rear ended someone.He jumped out, already screaming. The other guy shouted back. Full-blown yelling match. No chance to get a word in.Felicity huffed, clearly ready to snap. But with both cars blocking the lane, we weren't going anywhere."So annoying. I swear, how'd this guy even get a license?" she muttered.The driver, sharp-eared even mid-fight, spun around and stormed over. "What's that supposed to mean? I can't drive?"Watch your mouth. If you hadn't booked the budget speed ride, I wouldn't be in this mess."You two are partly responsible. You're not leaving till you pay."Already snapping, Felicity fired back, sleeves up. "You crashed, not us. Don't blame your crappy driving on the passengers."He slammed the doors and locked us in.Felicity smacked the window. He just yelled something about waiting for the cops—and coughing up cash before we left.My head spun again
Felicity frowned. "I wanna catch them myself. Take that cheating pair down. But you're right—if one of us gets hurt, it's not worth it. So... we're heading home first?"She actually listened. I finally exhaled. "Yeah. Let's go home."On the way back, we hit up a PI to tail them and collect proof.He took the cash and promised full audio and video.The second we stepped inside, it felt like a weight lifted.We were away from that cursed hotel. Nothing could go wrong now... right?I grabbed two giant coffees on the way back and chugged both. Still wasn't enough.I remembered something about oxygen helping with fatigue, so I ordered two canisters online.As soon as they showed up, I took a few hits.Instant clarity.Felicity was off to the side, glued to her phone. No ranting about Jake or the side chick this time.I walked over just as she snapped. "The photos came in. That jerk did all this behind my back. I actually felt bad for him—kept sending him money. Turns out he was u