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PARKERBut she just squeezes my hand again and says, “You want to talk about it?”My throat tightens. “Not really.”“Okay.”She waits. That’s what she does. She doesn’t prod or scold or guilt-trip. She just gives me space until I either fill it or start crying inside of it.I exhale slowly. “It isn’t like last time.”She nods.“I mean, I wasn’t…alone. And I wasn’t being careless. I was on the pill. It wasn’t supposed to happen.”She stays quiet.I keep going. “I didn’t plan on any of it. Not the job. Not the gala. Not…them.”Her brows lift slightly. “Them?”I nod, blinking back tears. “It’s not just one guy this time.”“I know.” She says it without judgment. Not even surprise. Just that soft sadness I hate—because it means she’s hurting for me.I try to explain. “It wasn’t a game. It wasn’t like I walked in there planning to fall for my bosses. It just…happened. Slowly. Then all at once.”She tilts her head, and her eyebrow jumps a little. “All at once? Together?”“Yes.”Her mouth twi
My Brother's rich best friends Chapter 39
PARKERI wake up with puffy eyes and a headache that feels like it’s coming from behind my ribs. Like grief, not dehydration.My dress is draped over the chair by the window, still clinging to its shape from last night. The heels that carried me through a ballroom and a bombshell and a marble-floor mic drop are upside down on the rug. My clutch is empty. I don’t even remember setting it down.I came home. That much I know. Slipped out while they were still arguing. Got in the rideshare. Told the driver to take the long way and cried the whole time into the satin shoulder strap of my bag.I’m not mad at them. I’m mad at me. Because I did this.I threw a live wire into the middle of their already impossible lives. I let things happen. I let myself want too much. Take too much. And now I’ve jeopardized everything they’ve worked for.VT Global is their legacy. And I made it a ticking time bomb. They’ll never say it—Jack would grumble, Gavin would go silent, and Harrison would just look at
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HARRISONI try to speak again, but Gavin’s already turning away, hands on his hips, pacing in a tight line like he’s about to explode. And maybe he will. Because everything in him is cracked right now. He’s not just angry. He’s trying not to fall apart in front of the only people who’ve seen him broken before.Jack watches him. I watch both of them. And for a second, everything in the room is heat and tension and unspoken grief.No one says anything else. The worst part isn’t the yelling. It’s the silence after. When no one knows what to say next, because everything that could have been said was said too loud, too fast, and too damn personal.Gavin’s back to pacing, but slower now. Like his body still hasn’t figured out how to calm down. Jack’s near the catering carts, arms crossed, jaw flexing like he’s chewing on restraint. Neither of them looks at me. Not directly.I’m not sure if it’s because they’re still pissed, or because they feel how close we all came to something that couldn
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HARRISONI didn’t think it would feel like this. I didn’t think saying it out loud would make the air go this still, this sharp. Like a storm passed through and forgot to take the lightning with it.But I said it. And the silence that follows is so deep, it hums.Gavin stares at me like he didn’t hear it right. Like if he doesn’t speak, maybe it won’t be true. His jaw’s tight, his hands fisted at his sides, his posture frozen—too still to be neutral.Jack’s already halfway to the next thought, pacing near the floral wreckage of the bar, lips parted like he’s got a list of theories he’s been waiting to unload.Parker?She’s still. Seated at the edge of the riser, eyes down, like she’s trying not to absorb the explosion about to go off in front of her.Gavin’s voice breaks the silence first. Cold. Controlled. “It’s not possible.”I nod once. “You saw the same evidence I did.”He shakes his head. “She hates Icon.”“She owns thirty percent of it.”“That’s. Not. Possible.”“She did it thro
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GAVINThere’s a quiet that settles between us then. Not uncomfortable. Just thick. Like the adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet but the crash is coming. I don’t usually crash. But tonight, I feel close. Too close. So I speak. To keep myself from thinking too hard. “Honestly?” I say, “I’ve never been more relieved to watch a disaster unfold.”Jack glances at me. “You were smiling when she hit the floor.”“I was. Just a little.”“She looked like a pelican falling out of a tree,” Parker mutters.Harrison snorts.“Icon PR’s new slogan,” Jack says. “‘Graceful as falling teeth.’”We laugh. All of us. It’s short and sharp and necessary. But the moment doesn’t last long. Because Harrison’s face shifts. Subtle. But I see it. Like a shadow passes behind his eyes.He straightens. Reaches into his jacket. Pulls out his phone again. And I know something’s coming. Something heavier than Vanessa. Harrison’s thumb moves across the screen like he’s skimming something for the fifth time just to be sure. His
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GAVINI’ve spent most of my life controlling narratives. Make it clean. Make it sharp. Make it disappear.But tonight? Tonight, I let it unravel. No regrets.Vanessa went down like the universe handed Parker a gift-wrapped opportunity, and she didn’t blink. Execution. Delivery. She tripped Vanessa like she was born to do it. Then she handled it like a pro. Kneeling beside her. Brushing her hair back. Asking if she was okay while smiling like an angel.Helping her into the fucking ambulance.The press was still hovering around the courtyard, and there she was—elegant, gracious, perfect. A vision in composed green satin, steady hands holding a woman who’d just threatened to ruin her life.It was PR brilliance. And not even mine.Now the gala’s over.The crowds are almost gone, just stragglers lingering in the parking lot. The performers are packing up stilts and costumes. Catering staff are scraping trays, folding linens. The illusion has ended, and we’re left with the aftermath.I’m st
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