Mag-log inHello, my lovely readers 🤍Phew 🤧… We’ve finally reached the crossroads of SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND.Yeah, I know, you’re probably wondering how that’s possible when I’m clearly leaving you hanging. Relax, no qualms.So… To clear the air, this isn’t the end.of the story.This book will be having a Part Two, and I honestly can’t wait to continue the journey. I realized this story deserves more... More characters, more depth, more twists, and real answers to every loose end.Secondly, I want to sincerely thank every single one of you who stayed with me till the very end. Your love, support, and commitment mean everything to me. Truly. I couldn’t ask for better readers. You made the whole journey worth it and I'm so happy to have you guys. 🥹This is not the end of Owain and Karima. And definitely not the end of Malcom and Keisha… or those side characters you’re secretly rooting for 👀I don’t have a specific release date for Part Two yet, but I promise, it’s coming. Soon
KARIMA HEARTThe second the car stopped, I jumped out. I don’t even remember closing the door. All I knew was that I was already standing in front of Agnes.“Where’s Mum?” I asked fast, trying not to sound shaken. But I was. I couldn’t hide it a bit.I might still be mad at her, but the idea of something going wrong with her? I couldn’t handle that. It scared me.Agnes didn’t answer right away. She just looked at me, like she already knew what I needed most at that point.“Come here, honey,” she said softly, opening her arms wide for a hug.I let out a shaky breath and walked into her hug.“Everything’s going to be fine, Karry.”I couldn’t talk. My throat felt too tight and dry. I just buried my face into her shoulder and stayed there.***Thirty minutes later, she came back with two cups of coffee. We were in the waiting lobby. I hadn’t said much since the breakdown, and one thing I was weirdly grateful for was that Isaiah hadn’t pushed me to talk either.He either kept glancing at m
MALCOM HEARTThe moment I turned off the engine, one thing was clear in my head.I wasn’t going to let anything that Kenderic said tonight ruin what I had planned with Keisha.Still, I couldn’t completely push it out of my head on the drive home.I trusted Keisha. Not because I knew every detail about her life, but because in all the time we’d spent together, she’d never lied to me. She tried once, just once, and didn’t even last a full minute before confessing.That was Keisha. And I chose to hold on to that.I stepped out of the car took a deep breath and shut the door behind me.Inside, Keisha was asleep on the sofa. A throw pillow was pressed to her chest, her phone resting on top of it like she’d been waiting and waiting until sleep finally took her.I smiled and stood there for a moment, just watching her.The phone almost slipped. I moved fast and caught it before it fell. Her head dropped against my shoulder before I could pull away.That simple contact made it harder to ignor
KARIMA HEARTI finally found the nerve to shake her hand back. It came out more awkward than I intended. But I pretended it didn’t.“You already know my name,” I said evenly. “Even though I only just found out yours.”Her lips curved into a slow smirk.“I don’t like dancing around words,” she said firmly but calmly. “So forgive me if I’m direct from now on.”I nodded, but I couldn’t ignore the thought creeping in. Now I understood why Owain would fall for someone like her. She was sharp. Confident. And there was something dark in the way she carried herself, the same edge Owain always had.I had alot of questions bubbling in but I tried to keep them away.“I don’t like games either,” I replied. “So let’s start with how you knew my name, Ciara.”She tilted her head intentionally, studying me like she was deciding whether I even understood what I’d just asked.“I assumed Owain had mentioned me,” she said calmly. “I thought you two were… serious.”“We agreed to be direct,” I said. “So le
COLLINS HAYESI had just wrapped up a conference call with one of our clients when the doorbell rang.I walked over and opened the door.Victoria stood there. Bright red lipstick. Heavy makeup. The kind that said she’d put in way too much effort and was now probably regretting it.“Hey,” I said casually, even though she looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.I sighed. “Don’t just stand there. Come in.”I stepped aside and left the door open. She walked in quietly, like she was trying not to make a sound.I don’t know why, but I found that kind of cute.I went back to the couch and sat down, my wine glass in one hand. I took a sip and looked at her again.She avoided my eyes and started looking me over instead—my shorts, my suit jacket.Yeah. Not my best look. Today had been a mess. I crashed early and almost missed the conference call the scheduled tonight. So, technically, the outfit was just damage control.I decided not to joke about it.“Do you want wine?” I asked.
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,







