ログイン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
MALCOM HEARTKeisha hurried toward me, her palm landing gently on my cheek. Fear washed over her face like she’d just witnessed something violent, like a live horror show.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, her hand still warm against my skin.I nodded once. “I’m fine, Keisha. Can you give us a moment?” I mumbled.She clearly didn’t believe me. I didn’t even expect her to.She turned toward my mother. “Mrs. Heart…” Her voice wavered. “I’m sorry for coming in unannounced. I know this isn’t my place, but as your son’s secretary—”“It’s fine, Keisha,” I cut in quietly. “You can leave us alone for now. Please.”I hated the way she looked at me then. Like she’d seen a part of me that scared her. A side I never wanted her to witness. Pushing her away was the only shield I had left. I didn’t even look at her when I said it.Before she could move, my mother spoke. “No. It’s fine. I’ll leave.”She glanced at me once before turning and walking out. Keisha didn’t move until the door closed behind
MALCOM HEARTI just stood there staring at the door, silently praying the ground would open up and swallow me whole.“Who the hell is that?”Trixie snapped beside me. For a second, I couldn’t even form a sentence... Of all people… of all days… she had to show up now?I hadn’t gone to see her at the hospital. I hadn’t even seen her since she came back to New York. And now she was standing outside my office like a ghost I never asked to return.She stood there rubbing her arm, terrified, like she didn’t even know if she had the right to walk in.I exhaled sharply and finally started moving toward the door, but of course, Trixie blocked me again.I fought the urge to yell at her. I really would have, if I hadn't held back myself.“Why did Keisha let a stranger in without calling you first? Shouldn’t you be mad at her?” She went on, her voice dripping with irritation.I turned and glared at her, gripping the last thread of my patience I had left. “Trixie, do me a favor. Leave my office.”
OWAIN LUTHERThe moment I pulled into the driveway, I didn’t even wait for the engine to die.I jumped out, rounded the hood, and rushed straight to the backseat where Karima lay slumped against the cushions, too still, in a way that made somewhere in my chest twist.My heart was beating like it wanted to burst out of my chest.I didn’t even know I could feel this kind of fear… not for anyone. But for her? It tore right through me.I yanked the door open and bent into the car, sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back.Her body leaned limp against me, her arm falling across my shoulder as I lifted her out carefully but urgently.Her skin was ice-cold.I slammed the door shut with my foot, then rushed inside the house, straight to my room.I laid her on the bed as gently as I could. Rainwater clung to her hair, her lashes, her skin. Her clothes were completely soaked, and a small shiver ran through her body.She never handled cold well. She knew that. Which meant sh
KARIMA HEART“Well, I have all day to listen.” The words came out calm, but even I could hear how sharp they truly sounded.Mum shifted again, like the chair suddenly turned too hot for her.“I was going to tell you everything, sweetheart. But…” Her voice cracked. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and she dabbed at them with shaky fingers. “I just thought you weren’t ready yet. I mean—”“You thought on my behalf?” I cut in, struggling to keep my voice from shaking. “Mum, I’m not thirteen. I’m an adult. You don’t get to make that choice for me.”“I know. I’m sorry, Karry.” her breath trembled. “It’s not what you think. I was scared. I thought you’d hate me… which...” she swallowed “—you probably already do.”My heart raced. I dragged my eyes away for a second just to breathe, then met hers again.“So… it’s true.” The words scraped out of my throat. “I’m adopted? Malcom isn’t even my real brother? And Dad—” my voice cracked “—Dad pretended to love me when I wasn’t even his child
MALCOM HEARTMy hand slipped out of Yasmine’s like I’d touched a live wire.Heat quickly surged up my chest, tight and violent, and sweat prickled across my forehead as if someone had turned my office floor into a furnace.Keisha didn’t speak at first. She just walked toward us with that calm, composed grace she always carried, the kind that made every emotion in me feel loud and messy in comparison.She stopped a few inches in front of me, her face smooth, unreadable. Like she hadn’t just walked into a disaster.“Mr. Heart,” she said, her voice steady, respectful, almost too controlled. “I’m sorry I let your sister in without your permission. I called you three times but you didn’t pick up, so I assumed you were busy.”Her gaze slid briefly to Yasmine, then back to me.“The elevator has a technical malfunction. It’s out of service for now, but I’ve already contacted the electrical team. That’s what I came to inform you about, sir.”I blinked as my throat tight. “Uhm… thank you, Keish







