Semua Bab SUBMISSIVE TO MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND : Bab 41 - Bab 50

KARIMA HEARTI climbed the stairs, my legs trembling like something electric was crawling under my skin.Two things were clear in my head: First, whatever I would say in my defense had better not trigger Malcom, and second, I can't afford to get him any angrier than he already was.He walked in first, me trailing behind with my bag clutched tight against me like some kind of shield. The door clicked shut, and there he was, already seated in the single armchair. The one no one else ever dared touch. Then again, hardly anyone ever stepped foot inside his room.That was Malcom, strange in ways most people mistook for arrogance, and some even tagged him as a narcissist. But being his sister, I knew better. He lived in the grey areas. Not a full-blown narcissist, not exactly normal either. Just… somewhere in between."Are you cold?" he asked the second, our eyes locked.I froze. Had I heard that right? No. That had to be a slip.But then he said it again, slower this time."You’re shaking,

OWAIN LUTHERI 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

KARIMA HEARTI just stared, and God knows I wanted to do more than just stare. Like grab the damn flowerpot by the door and smash it over her head. But why would I even bother? I’d already made up my mind, I’m done with Nathan. I don’t need his pathetic explanations. I don’t care if he’s in love with Ellie, or if he’s trying to play us both. And I sure as hell don’t care why she’s been sneaking into his f*cking house behind my back.So I left her standing there, turned my back on the whole scene, and walked straight to the living area. This time, I took the single armchair directly facing Nathan. His face shifted—confused, uneasy—about to ask me something… until Ellie waltzed right in. Inviting herself inside. The door clicked shut behind her before Nathan even realized what had happened. He stiffened, his eyes darting between me and Victoria, his whole body screaming caught before a single word left his mouth.Victoria was the first to speak. That deadpan look she gave Ellie told me

OWAIN LUTHERI halted my car at DAWN’s so-called driveway. Not that there was really one anyway, just a rough patch of ground in front of the building entrance.It was my idea to have it that way. Something anyone looking from the outside would assume was one of those cheap local clubs where you drink, dine, slap some ass, and leave.But DAWN wasn't that. DAWN was its own kind of hell. Some called it that. But, the few who’ve tasted what the filth of the real world is about, call it their own special kind of heaven. Such irony.... But don’t get me wrong—heaven is real. I just doubt any of them would make it there.I turned the knob and pushed inside.Sometimes I walk in through the front like everyone else. Sometimes through the VVIP elevator, where it’s only me. Depends on my mood.As usual, the main floor was chaos... I maneuvered my way through the few drunk men going wild at the sight of a stripper, her body glued to the iron pole like she had no bones, twisting effortlessly. The

OWAIN LUTHERI let her lay on the bed while I went to take a shower, scrubbing every inch the vomit had touched. I spent close to thirty minutes doing that... If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s smelling anything other than my own spray.I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. But then... Karima was already awake. God knows what she was plotting next. Maybe this was all some kind of punishment I hadn’t figured out yet.Her face was buried between her knees, legs stitched tight together until I realized she was crying.Very typical. After making me come down here, ruining my shirt, and then forcing me into this cubic box of a room… now she was crying?She didn’t notice I was out, and I didn’t bother interrupting whatever act she was pulling. I pulled the towel down, reaching for my trousers on the chair. That’s when her head snapped up, her eyes locking on mine, trailing down until they stopped at my waist.I couldn’t read her exact expression, but I kn