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The Collar Comes Home
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2026-06-18 02:24:15
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One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy The Enemy in My Bed
The vow renewal was beautiful. The guests had gone home. The flowers had been cleared away. The music had faded into silence. Vienna stood in the middle of the empty penthouse, still wearing her white dress, and looked out at the river. Ezra came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "I am thinking about how lucky I am." "Lucky?" "Lucky that I found you. Lucky that you loved me. Lucky that we get to spend the rest of our lives together." Ezra kissed her neck. "I am the lucky one." "Are not." "Am too." She laughed. "You are impossible." "I am in love. There is a difference." She turned in his arms and kissed him. "I love you," she said. "I love you too, princess." "Thank you for never giving up on me." "I will never give up on you, Vienna. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever." --- The next few weeks were quiet. Vienna settled into a rhythm. She woke up each morning, made coffee, and worked on her next book. She spe
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy The Collar Stays On
The book tour was over. The foundation was thriving. Silas was healthy. Ezra was hers. Vienna should have been content. She should have been at peace. But something was missing.She could not name it. It was not grief. Not fear. Not anxiety. It was something else. Something quieter. Something that whispered in the back of her mind when she was alone. She tried to ignore it. She threw herself into her work. She spent long hours at the foundation. She answered emails until her eyes blurred. She planned events and wrote speeches and shook hands with donors. But the whisper would not stop. Ezra noticed. Of course he noticed. He noticed everything about her. "What is wrong?" he asked one evening, finding her on the balcony, staring out at the river. "Nothing." "Liar." She turned to face him. "I do not know what is wrong. I just feel. Restless. Like something is missing." Ezra crossed the balcony and stood beside her. "Maybe you need something." "Like what?" "Like a new project. A
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Spit in the Face of Fear
Silas's recovery was slow but steady. Each day brought small victories. A few more steps without the cane. A few more minutes of standing without fatigue. A meal eaten without nausea. A laugh that reached his eyes. Vienna marked each one like a treasure, storing them in her heart for the days when fear crept back in. The fear never fully left. It lurked in the corners of her mind, waiting for moments of weakness. It whispered in the quiet hours of the night. He could still get sick. He could still leave you. You could still lose him. But Vienna had learned something over the past year. Fear was not a weakness. Fear was proof that she had something to lose. And she was done letting it control her. She started writing again. Not just her journal. The manuscript. The story of everything that had happened. The auction. The collar. The forty fifth floor. The boardroom. Spain. The foundation. The wedding. Silas's illness and recovery. She wrote it all. Ezra read it when she was done.
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy The Call I Never Wanted to Answer
The wedding was perfect. The honeymoon was magical. Vienna and Ezra spent two weeks in a small villa on the coast of Italy, eating pasta and drinking wine and making love under the stars. It was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. But when they returned home, reality hit hard. The foundation needed her attention. Silas's health, while improving, still required monitoring. The apartment needed to be organized. The wedding gifts needed to be opened and sorted and thanked for. Vienna threw herself into the chaos. She worked twelve hour days. She answered emails until her eyes blurred. She organized and planned and executed. She did not stop. Ezra noticed. "You are running again," he said one evening, finding her at her desk at midnight. "I am not running. I am working." "You are running." He crossed the room and took her hands. "You have been running since we got back. You have not stopped." Vienna pulled her hands away. "I have a lot to do." "You have a lot to do becau
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy What Happens in the Elevator
The weeks after the breakdown were different.Vienna woke up each morning and made coffee. She sat in her writing room and wrote. She ate breakfast with Silas. She had lunch with Ezra. She worked on the foundation. She planned the wedding. She lived. It was not easy. There were still bad days. Days when the grief crept up on her and wrapped its cold fingers around her throat. Days when she could not get out of bed. Days when she stared at the wall and wondered if she would ever feel whole again. But those days were fewer now. She was learning to carry the grief instead of letting it carry her. Ezra was patient. He did not push. He did not demand. He just waited, steady and strong, the way he had always waited. Silas was supportive. He sat with her on the bad days. He held her hand. He reminded her that she was not alone. Vienna was grateful. --- On a Friday morning, Ezra asked her to come to the office. "The old office?" she asked. "The old office. I need to pick up some fil
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Broken and Begging
The foundation launch was a success. The donations poured in. The scholarships were awarded. The speeches were given. The photographs were taken. Vienna smiled for every camera, shook every hand, thanked every donor. She was gracious and poised and perfect. But inside, she was falling apart. It started small. A sleepless night here. A skipped meal there. A moment of inexplicable tears in the middle of the afternoon. She told herself it was stress. The foundation. The wedding planning. The weight of everything she had been carrying for fifteen years. But she knew it was something else. She was grieving. Not the sharp, desperate grief she had felt when her father died. Not the angry, bitter grief she had felt when she learned the truth. A different kind of grief. Quiet. Steady. The kind that crept up on her in the middle of the night and whispered, You will never see him again. She tried to push it down. She tried to ignore it. She tried to be strong for everyone else. For Ezra. F
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Bruises from the Past
The weeks after Elena's revelation were strange. Vienna moved through them like a ghost. She woke up. She made coffee. She sat in her writing room and stared at the blank page. She ate when Silas reminded her. She slept when Ezra held her. But she was not really there. Not all of her. Part of he
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy The Ex-Wife’s Game
The restraining order was served on a Tuesday. Vienna watched from the window of the apartment as two uniformed officers approached Elena's car in the parking lot of her father's building. She could not see Elena's face from this distance, but she imagined the shock. The fury. The cold calculation
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Good Girl,Bad Timing
The lawyers were expensive.Vienna sat in the corner of Ezra's office, watching him pace back and forth while two men in thousand dollar suits discussed legal strategy. She understood some of it. Harassment. Stalking. Invasion of privacy. Restraining orders. The words blurred together, heavy and se
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy The Photograph
The security team found the photograph three days later.Vienna was in her writing room, staring at a blank page, when Ezra appeared in the doorway. His face was pale. His jaw was tight. He was holding a white envelope in his hand, and his knuckles were white around the edges. "What is that?" she
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