เข้าสู่ระบบCOLLINS 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
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
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







