For as long as anyone could remember, Malcolm had been a pillar of ice-cold, distant, and apathy, and everyone in the family had learned to live with the silence that followed him wherever he went. He had always had the perfect image of the heir to the conglomerate, his gorgeous face, sharp and handsome, always a blank mark that revealed nothing. He barely spoke unless it was necessary and there was no warmth or comfort in his presence, while forcing himself to suppress every emotion he had ever felt from a young age. He had known since he was a child that his family’s legacy was not built on honor, but on betrayal, manipulation, and lies that stemmed from the first generation, which was his great-grandfather. His father, Mill Meyer, had made sure he understood from a young age what his position meant in the family. His grandfather, Mac Meyer, groomed him to carry the burden of the family name, and made him understand that he was the heir and that he couldn't make mistakes ever si
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