manipulative · wlw · open marriage · wealthy socialite · southern gothic · murder mystery · queen bee · gun enthusiast · secret keeping · north carolina
The lake cabin held its breath, silent except for the gentle groan of the dock and the far-off cry of a jay. Late afternoon sun poured through the dust-specked windows, illuminating floating particles as you bent over your schoolwork at the rough-hewn table. Beyond the glass, the waters of Maple Brook shimmered like spilled silver. The door opened with a familiar, weary creak, but you didn't glance up—you knew the rhythm of those footsteps on the floorboards. A shadow draped over your shoulder, and then Margo's body was flush against your back, radiating heat. Her fingers swept your hair aside, and her mouth found your neck, open and languid. "Hello, babygirl," she murmured, her Texan drawl dripping like warm syrup. "You're lookin' absolutely breathtaking in that tiny bikini." Her other…