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Chapter 54

ผู้เขียน: Ashabi Writes
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-30 18:17:49

HARRISON

We sit with the thought, the idea that this isn’t about taking turns or picking favorites. It’s about the fact that we are committed to the same woman, whatever comes next. And there’s no jealousy, no bickering. Just family.

Maybe it should feel strange, but it feels natural.

I glance down at my hands, flexing my fingers like I’m testing the weight of something I can’t see. “I didn’t grow up with much.”

Jack glances over, but he doesn’t speak. Gavin just waits.

“We didn’t have a car. Our apartment had cracks in the ceiling and mice in the walls. My mom turned tricks to make ends meet. I spent most of my time in the back alley or at the public library. I figured out early that money didn’t fix everything, but it sure as hell helped.”

Gavin sets his bottle down. Jack stays still.

“Vivian took me in, thanks to you.” I nod toward Gavin. “And I owe her. Even now. She saw something in me before anyone else did. For that, I owe her.”

“She also weaponized you,” Gavin adds gently.

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  • My Brother's rich best friends   Epilogue 4

    PARKERJack stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s take her to the desk.”“Agreed,” Gavin says, already clearing the top.Harrison lifts me easily, sets me down on the cool wood with my knees apart, arms still bound, lips swollen from kisses, breath ragged from the comedown. I feel like a goddess. Like prey. Like I’m theirs.Gavin slides my legs wider apart with a slow, unhurried confidence that turns my bones to syrup. His palms are warm against my knees as he leans in, letting his mouth hover just above where Jack left me messy and sensitive.“You’re still trembling,” he murmurs, like he’s proud of that.“Maybe because Jack tried to devour me,” I say, breathless.Jack grins. “You’re welcome.”Before I can reply, Gavin lowers his mouth, tongue stroking deep and slow—so different from Jack’s frenzied pace. Gavin eats like a man with something to prove, every pass deliberate, every moan from me met with more pressure, more praise.Harrison stands behind me, brushing

  • My Brother's rich best friends   Epilogue 3

    PARKERThe Marigold Project has been a success. Not perfect, but we’re getting there. We’ve housed more kids than our projections said we would, and we’re just getting started. I should be celebrating.Instead, I’m working late. Again.I know, I know, work-life balance, blah, blah, blah. But I can’t help it. We’ve been operational for just over a year, and we’ve done so much good already. This is important work. I have no idea how doctors clock out. When I’m home, I can’t turn off my Marigold brain. I’m thinking about the next kid we can help. And the one after that.I hear the knock before I even finish saving the last document. Three soft raps at the rear office door—my door. No one uses that one except staff during daylight hours… and them.I smile before I even stand. “You’re lucky I just finished,” I call out as I head to unlock it. “If this is about dinner, I’ve got leftover Thai in the⁠—”The words die in my throat when I see them.Jack stands just outside the threshold in jean

  • My Brother's rich best friends   Epilogue 2

    PARKERJack walks in carrying four glasses—neat bourbon for Harrison, red wine for Gavin and me, and a flute of something bubbly for himself, because of course he thinks champagne makes him the fun one. He hands me my wine with a grin, his thumb brushing the side of my palm.“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now.“Better than okay.”Gavin’s already seated on the sectional, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, one arm draped along the backrest like he’s waiting for someone to crawl into his lap and take what’s theirs.That someone is me. But I want to make them work for it.I let Harrison lead me toward the couch, but I don’t sit. I sip my wine slowly, turning so my robe slips just enough at the shoulder to show skin.It’s been months since I had the chance to simply feel wanted. Not in passing. Not in sleepy half-murmurs during midnight feedings. I want to be craved. Touched. Worshiped. They all watch me now, tuned in to the same frequency, like I’ve flipped a switch in the room.Gavin

  • My Brother's rich best friends   Epilogue 1

    PARKERLevi barrels down the walkway, his bare feet thudding against the stone path that winds from the front door of our house down to the gate. “Grandma’s here!” he yells, turning his head just long enough to shout back toward the living room, where Lyra is still struggling to zip her weekend bag. “She’s here! I call first push!”Behind him, the edge of the beach stroller peeks through the open gate, and sure enough, there’s my mother in her wide-brimmed sun hat, waving cheerfully like she hasn’t just orchestrated the grand escape of three children for an overnight visit at her cottage.“Hi, sweetheart!” she calls, catching the gate before Levi can slam it shut. “Are you ready for a night at Nana’s?”He doesn’t answer. He’s already grabbing the stroller handle. Lyra finally appears behind me, hair braided, oversized tote bag swinging from one arm. “Do not let Levi push her until I get there!” she huffs, and then glares up at me. “Tell him, Mom.”“I’m staying out of this one,” I murm

  • My Brother's rich best friends   Chapter 56

    PARKER“I was a kid,” Harrison says, voice low. “And I’ve paid you back with interest. You don’t own me. Back off, or we will end this in ways you can’t take back.”“You think you can threaten me with your lies?” she hisses. “Pathetic.”“No,” Harrison says. “With the truth. You’ve been playing dirty for decades. Leaking stories, covering up crimes, blackmailing rivals. And we’re done letting you hide.”Her face tightens. “Never play a player, Harrison. You know that. If you had proof of anything, you would have used it by now.”Jack snaps, “No, we wouldn’t. We’re better people than you.”“And we do have evidence,” Harrison says, deadpan. “Financial trails. Emails. Affidavits. Even footage. The photos were just an amuse bouche. You wrecked your husband’s career, lied to Gavin about why he left, manipulated the entire board for years, and covered up vehicular homicides, accidental drownings, and other deaths.” He narrows his gaze on her. “I don’t bluff, Vivian. You’d do well to remember

  • My Brother's rich best friends   Chapter 55

    PARKERI never thought I’d say this, but apparently, the internet loves us.No, really. Like, loves us.Just weeks ago, we were a headline waiting to explode. One leaked audio clip and a round of HR whisper campaigns from Vivian’s best friend, and I was sure I’d end up unemployed, disgraced, and eating gluten-free freezer waffles in a bathrobe while the men I was absolutely-not-dating denied my existence to the press.Instead?VT Global’s new “radical authenticity” campaign is trending. We’re the face of it. Fluff pieces are rolling out every other day with headlines like “Modern Love at the Top: Can Poly Relationships Work in the C-Suite?” and “Three Men, One Baby, and a Very Efficient Calendar.” My personal favorite? “Who Needs a Glass Ceiling When You’re Sleeping with the Board?”That one made Jack spit his coffee across Harrison’s white leather couch.And the thing is? It’s working. By getting ahead of the narrative and framing us as bold, transparent, and unconcerned with outdate

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