Oliver pov: As I looked at the photos, I couldn't help but laugh. Sebastian was howling with laughter too.  "God, baby. This is so funny," he said between fits of giggles.  I nodded in agreement, but deep down, I was seething. It felt like everyone else was happy and carefree while I was left out in the cold. My parents didn't even seem to be looking for me. How could they forget about their own child?  To make matters worse, I had just witnessed Steve propose to Jeremy, and my parents were actually happy about it. I couldn't stand to see them all enjoying themselves while I was feeling so alone and angry. At that moment, I couldn't stand to see them all enjoying themselves while I was feeling so isolated and angry. I felt like no one understood me, and that my own family had abandoned me in my time of need. Sebastian's voice broke through the

Steve pov:***ONE WEEK LATER***It's been a week since we found Oliver's body and had his funeral. I can't wrap my head around why Sebastian waited so long to send his body. There's something off about it, but I can't quite put my finger on it.Now I'm at my parents' place, I can't bear to leave them in this state. I need to support them through this difficult time. Seeing them like this breaks my heart, especially since they are grieving over a son who caused them so much pain. My mom is still traumatized by his actions. He never showed remorse, yet deep down, I believe he got what he deserved. And yet, despite everything, he was still my brother. A part of me misses him, mourns for the potential he had, the person he could have become if only he had made different choices. It's a complicated mix of emotions, trying to reconcile the love and resentment I feel towards him.The weeks that have passed since Oliver's death have been a blur of grief and confusion. The way Sebastian ha

Jeremy pov:The wind was blowing wildly in my face as I stared outside the car window, lost in my thoughts about Oliver. Steve was driving, but my mind was still stuck on him. I knew better than to bring him up in front of Steve, the mere mention of Oliver's name freaks him out. But, can you blame him? Oliver is not a pleasant person at all. He has caused nothing but pain to not just me, but everyone who ever cared about him. He hurt Steve, Mrs. Hamilton, River, Maggie - all of us. Oliver made us feel like we didn't care about him, but the truth is we did. We cared so much that it hurts to think about him. And now, I feel a mix of anger and sadness knowing that he got an easy death. The thought of him not having to live with his mistakes and suffer every day is infuriating. He deserved to face the consequences of his actions and not just a painless death.Lost in my thoughts, Steve's voice broke my reverie. "What are you thinking?" he asked."Ah, it's nothing," I replied, not wanti

Jeremy pov:As soon as we arrived at the Seine River cruise, the sight of the magnificent boat filled us with wonder. The boat itself was a symbol of Parisian romance and greatness. The sleek vessels were adorned with modern amenities and classic charm, from intimate barges perfect for couples on a romantic date to larger vessels that could host events and group outings.As we walked inside, we were greeted by spacious interiors decorated with plush settings and polished wood accents. We immediately noticed the panoramic windows that provided breathtaking views of Paris' iconic landmarks. From the majestic Eiffel Tower to the historic Notre-Dame Cathedral and the regal Louvre Museum, every turn revealed a new vista of Parisian splendor.We were thrilled to find that many boats featured open-air decks, inviting passengers to soak in the sights, sounds, and scents of the city as they glided along the gentle waters of the Seine. The cool breeze and the calming sound of the water made

Oliver pov:As I stood there, watching Steve and Jeremy enjoy the beauty of Paris, I felt a deep sense of resentment and jealousy burning inside me. I couldn't believe that I was left behind while they were living it up in the city of love. A wave of anger surged through me, making my heart race and my blood boil. I wanted to scream, to lash out at them and make them feel the pain I was feeling. But before I knew it, I found myself punching the mirror in front of me, shattering it into a million pieces. The sound of glass breaking was deafening, but it was nothing compared to the rage that consumed me. I didn't care about the pain in my knuckles, all I cared about was getting back what was rightfully mine. I glared at my reflection in the broken mirror, my eyes bloodshot and my teeth clenched."Jeremy is mine," I growled, "and no one else has the right to touch him." I could feel the fire within me burning brighter with every passing second, driving me to do whatever it took to p