PRETTY | PERFECT | DEADLY
BOOK I
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Alexandra “Alex” Davis is every parent’s dream: a straight-A psychology student, college lacrosse & field hockey athlete, and part-time nursery worker who still finds time to volunteer at the animal shelter. She’s adored by classmates, beloved by her family, and lives in the kind of house you’d see on a holiday postcard.
But when Alex catches her longtime boyfriend cheating, her picture-perfect world cracks—and something far darker slips through.
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Chapter 1 – The Cliff
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If there’s one thing people will say about me at the vigil, it’s that I’m kind.
Kind. Sweet. Selfless.
Like pushing a guy off a cliff was just another one of my good deeds.
“Want another beer?” I ask Drew, flashing the dimple he always liked.
He’s sitting cross legged on the blanket, grinning like a dumb golden retriever.
Tipsy. Happy. Faithful as ever. If you only saw him from this angle.
“Yeah, babe. One more and I’m yours all night.”
He winks, like I’m lucky. Like I didn’t see him with her.
Her name’s Taryn. She’s got legs for days and a nervous laugh. She left her necklace in his truck on Tuesday, then texted him “thanks for last night 💋.”
He showed me the message by accident. Swore it was nothing.
Swore he loved me.
I believed him, for about four seconds.
“Catch.” I toss him the last beer. It lands with a satisfying thunk against his chest.
He opens it, foam bubbling over the rim.
Below us, the lake glitters like glass under the full moon. It’s quiet out here. Just wind, water, and the low hum of cicadas.
Drew leans back on his elbows. “This place is insane. Can’t believe we haven’t come here before.”
“I know.” I scoot a little closer, tucking my legs beneath me. “It’s kind of, peaceful.”
He smiles. I smile.
And then I push him.
It’s not violent. There’s no scream. Just a gasp, a flail of limbs, and then silence.
Then a crunch. Like a watermelon dropped from the roof.
I sit back on the blanket and sip my beer.
It’s strange how calm I feel. Like unclenching a fist I didn’t know I’d been holding for three years.
I let out a long, slow breath.
Ten minutes later, I’m running.
I tear through the trees, down the gravel trail, and into the strip of shops below the cliffs. I pass a closed bakery, an all night convenience store, a vape shop still lit up.
I press my back against the cold brick wall and dial 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“My, my boyfriend” I gasp, panting. “He was drinking, we were up on the cliffs, he got too close, he slipped, oh my God he fell, I think he’s dead, please, please”
Tears come easy. I’ve been practicing in the mirror since Wednesday.