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BAD NEWS

Author: Viv_Writes.
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-29 13:35:06

OWAIN LUTHER

I woke up with a headache, pounding like someone was smashing drums inside my skull.

I leaned back, my spine pressed against the couch I had crashed on last night. Not my finest glory. But sh*t happens.

Malcom was the first to descend the stairs, the morning sun slicing through the tall windows, spilling across his skin like a spotlight. The guy looked carved out of marble, too put together for a Friday morning. Is there even any day he even set aside to just chill out?

His eyes flicked toward me—then away—burying himself in his phone like a teenager hiding from trouble. Classic Malcom. Childish, but predictable.

He was still mad at me. I could smell it on him. Not as nuclear-hot as yesterday though, but still leveled. Well, there’s only one way to test the water.

“Don’t you think it’s weird we’ve got this huge house and just three rooms? I had to sleep on the damn couch last night,” I teased.

He didn’t even blink, just strolled to the dining table with that calm, expensi
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  • SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND    A DREAM

    MALCOM HEARTST Constructions wasn’t far, less than fifteen minutes away.If Mr. Lincoln truly wanted to see me, he would’ve called himself or sent his secretary. That alone put me on edge.I pulled into the parking lot and walked toward the building.I was barely halfway inside when a man in a white shirt approached me.“Mr. Heart?” he asked politely.“Yes,” I replied.“Please, come with me.”I followed him down the hall until we reached the Lincolns' private mini restaurant.“Here, sir.” He gestured toward the bar. Only one man sat there, perched on a bar stool, his back turned to us.The man who brought me stopped behind him.“Mr. Heart is here, sir.”The man on the stool turned around.He was young, with Irish-colored eyes and sharp jawlines. For a moment, I thought I was looking at a younger version of Mr. Lincoln.He stood and extended his hand, a smile on his face, one I would easily describe as smug.“Nice to meet you, Mr. Heart.”I shook his hand, keeping my expression calm,

  • SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND    OVER DINNER

    MALCOM HEARTI sighed again. That had to be the tenth time, before finally walking out of my office.I pressed the elevator button and stepped inside. The ride down felt longer than it should’ve. I rehearsed a few lines in my head, anything that wouldn’t make things worse than they already were. Anything that didn’t sound like an excuse. Because I've given enough of it already.The doors slid open. And my legs stayed glued on a spot.Keisha stood at the reception desk, flipping through files like nothing in the world had changed. I just stood there, staring at her from a distance like an idiot. Like some guy trying to work up courage to talk to his long-time crush. I think I looked more than pathetic if anyone were to see how I was just staring blankly.I took two steps forward. Then... Her eyes lifted, and met mine.Damn it.My stomach tightened. I rubbed the back of my neck without realizing it, suddenly feeling like a high school kid who didn’t know what to do with his hands.She w

  • SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND    SOMETHING TO BE SCARED ABOUT

    MALCOM HEART“Tell me you’re joking, Malcom,” Trixie said, disbelief sharp in her voice. “You can’t be serious. You actually fell for that whole innocent-angel act she’s been pulling on you?”I exhaled slowly. Here we go again. “Listen to me, Trixie,” I said, keeping my tone steady. Careful. Controlled. “You know why I’ve always been patient with you, right?”Her eyes dropped. That hesitation told me everything. She knew. She just didn’t like the answer.“I’ll take that silence as a yes,” I continued. “So let’s not ruin it. I don’t know what picture you’ve painted of my secretary in your head, but she’s not whatever you’re turning her into.”She lifted her chin. “Then what about us?”I scoffed lightly. “Us?” I repeated. When did there ever become an us? “There is no us, Trix.”Her jaw tightened. I could almost see the pride cracking. “Then you’re the hypocrite here. You know exactly what my father wanted when he brought us together. You know why he invested in this company.” Her eyes

  • SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND    LOOKING FOR ME

    COLLINS HAYESI just stood there, staring like my brain had completely shut down.“Fucking answer me!” he yelled, slamming both hands into my chest.The force sent me stumbling two steps back.“You stay here?” I managed to ask, but before I could say any other thing, his hands hit my chest again.“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he snapped. “Didn’t you stalk me and threaten me the other time?” His voice rose sharply. “Hasn’t Owain done enough already? Now you’re breaking into my house?”His eyes swept the room like he was searching for proof of every nightmare he’d imagined.“What else do you want from me?” he shouted.I opened my mouth, but no sound came out yet when Victoria’s voice cut through the room.“Nathan!”My head turned instantly. She was already behind us.“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” she said. Her voice was calm, but I could hear the effort it took to keep it that way.He didn’t hesitate. He stepped to her and grabbed her arm sharply.“Mom, are you okay?” His han

  • SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND    HIS HOUSE

    MALCOM HEART“Trixie, this has nothing to do with you,” I said evenly, even as my throat tightened. “Please leave.”She stared at me like I’d just told a joke in the middle of a funeral. “Is that supposed to be funny, Malcom?” She scoffed, her gaze flicking to Keisha, then snapping back to me. “I saw it. She just slapped you, and you’re standing there acting like it’s nothing.”I straightened fully. “It’s still none of your business.”“She slapped my boss,” Trixie snapped. “That makes it my business.”“That’s exactly why it isn’t,” I shot back. “I’m the boss. And I’m telling you to leave. Now.”She went rigid. Shock crossed her face. I knew. she’d never heard that tone from me before.Then her voice dropped, quieter, almost like she was pleading. “It’s me, Malcom. Trixie.” She gestured sharply toward Keisha. “She’s just your secretary—”“My girlfriend.”The words came out before I could stop them. The room went dead silent.Even I wasn’t sure where they came from. My head was spinning

  • SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND    FELL APART

    MALCOM HEART“What?!” I blurted before I could even think.She glanced at me quickly, her lips pressed together nervously. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked,” she murmured, stepping back, but my hand caught her at the waist before she could move.My eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, I didn’t even care what I was doing. I just wanted to hold her and keep her close. “Listen to me,” I whispered. “I’m not marrying Yasmine. I swear, what happened between us… it was a mistake I still regret every day.”She swallowed, shifting her face away, but then met my gaze again. “I trust you, Malcom.”Relief hit me like a wave, and I exhaled sharply.“Thank goodness… I thought you wouldn’t—” but I didn’t get the words out finish.“I’m not making excuses for you,” she interrupted, biting her lower lip, her eyes flicking to the floor and back. “I’m just… I think we should forget this happened.”My brows furrowed. “What? Why?”Her hand slid to her waist pulling down mine. She held herself like she

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