Anne Peter and I were sitting side by side on the couch in Amber Morton's living room, while she sat in an armchair across from us, staring at us. She was, on average, 10 years older than Peter, had shiny, light hair that was well cared for, eyes a few shades lighter than Peter's, and an angelic fa
Anne “How old did you say you were again?” Amber asked as she and I stood in her closet. Just as she had promised, she was now looking for something for me to wear. I sighed resignedly. “I’m 17,” I replied. “And if you're going to start being a boring adult and judge me for not sleeping at home,
Laura When Amber Morton called me the next morning, the twins, my husband and I were at the table eating breakfast. I hadn't really had a good night's sleep, a little worry was always gnawing at the back of my head. I wasn't sure where Annie would be, so I was feeling like such a bad Mom to just l
Laura “Stephen, please,” I asked the boy who was scrolling at the cell phone screen in the middle of breakfast, my voice half gentle and half authoritative. "No electronic devices at the table." The fight over the chips had already been resolved, thank God. Now the two of them were at the table, e
Laura “What did you just say?” Jason asked while still driving the car along the wide roads of Manhattan. “Did Anne meet that boy again?” He was looking at me confused, almost not believing my words. “At least that’s what Amber Morton told me on the call,” I replied, nodding. “What nonsense is th
Annie “If you don't want your parents to separate us again, then let's run away,” Peter was saying to me as he looked at me with expression. I gasped inaudibly, feeling my heart pounding in my rib cage. "R-run away…?" I stammered as I felt the weight of those words, my eyes fixed on his. He took
Annie Peter pressed his index finger to his lips in a gesture of silence, and then we squatted closer against the kitchen pillar. My parents were going up the stairs to the top floor together with Amber, while the younger woman kept talking to hide her embarrassment. But my parents were stiff as th
Laura I saw Jason approaching where I was there in front of the building where Amber Morton's apartment was right after Annie left with Nancy's child. “Are you okay, darling?” I asked, my face scrunched up in an expression of concern. I approached him, linking my arms with his. He was panting af
Zoey POV I was having one of those days you wish you could erase from your memory, one of those you'd rather never have lived. It all started with the ugly fight I had with Chad, which ended with him taking Max to the police station. That night, Chad shouldn't have come back home, but he did, and h
Jason's POV I was sitting in this VIP café, a place that exuded sophistication and privacy, waiting for Gideon Bathory. His name evoked memories I would like to forget, but were indelibly marked in my history with Laura. In our years of trial—dark and tortuous years when we were divorced—Gideon was
Anne's POV The morning had a different significance today. When I came down for breakfast, my mother was already running late, which isn't exactly surprising but always a little shocking. Mom and Dad had gone to a party last night and came home late, which was also to be expected. My grandmothers
Albert's POV The night was falling heavily as I followed the road to the address Max had sent me, about the place where he would be waiting for me and needing my help. And surprisingly, the GPS led me to a police station in Queens, which made me frown since Max had an apartment in Manhattan. So, w
Albert POV The party had been over for a while, but the feeling of it still lingered in the air. I poured myself a generous whiskey; I needed a moment after all that chaos, even if it was good chaos. The Williams mansion was silent now; only the sound of the liquid hitting the glass filled the room
Max POV “Oh my God… I had never had sex with a man with a pussy before! And it was incredible…!” Zoey Lee was sighing with a silly smile, staring at the ceiling of the room after having had a sublime cumshot, a cumshot that, modesty aside, he had provided for her. “That’s right, darling. My lovers
Laura POV “So are you going to help Gideon or not?” I asked him while we were still lying in our bed, looking at each other. Jason sighed as he threw his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling of our room. “I don’t know, to tell you the truth,” he replied. “May Lindsay forgive me, but I
Laura POV “Do you want to talk about what happened at the party earlier?” Jason asked me as the driver took us back home. I gave a resigned sigh and rubbed the numb area behind my neck. “No need to talk about it, honey. I'm tired, all I want now is my bed,” I told him. That party had really been l
Max POV“You were the one behind those two's divorce, Ms. Williams-Davies,” I told her. “For Lindsay, you are the other woman. And you still think you have the right to say that wanting to bring them together is not your business?”Laura was blinking, visibly impacted by my words. It was obvious tha