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The Collar Stays On
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2026-06-27 18:33:36
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One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Blood on the Marble Floor
The peace lasted exactly three weeks. Vienna had settled into a rhythm. She woke up each morning, made coffee, and worked on her second book. She spent afternoons at the foundation. She had dinner with Ezra and Silas. She slept peacefully in Ezra's arms. The fear that had haunted her for months was finally fading. She was happy. And then the call came. It was a Tuesday afternoon. Vienna was at the foundation, reviewing grant applications, when her phone buzzed. The caller ID showed Silas's name. She answered with a smile. "Hey, little brother. What's up?" "Vi." His voice was strange. Thin. Strained. "I need you to come home." Vienna's smile faded. "What's wrong?" "Just come home. Please." The line went dead. Vienna stared at her phone. Her heart began to pound. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones. She grabbed her purse and ran. --- The drive home was a blur. Vienna ran red lights. She sped through intersections. She ignored the honking horns and the shout
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Three Little Words
The drive home was quiet. Vienna stared out the window and watched the landscape scroll past. Fields. Trees. Small towns. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was beautiful. She had not noticed beauty in a long time. She had been too busy surviving. Ezra reached over and took her hand. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I am getting there." "That is not an answer." "It is the only answer I have right now." Ezra squeezed her hand. "That is enough." They drove in silence for a while longer. Vienna watched the sun disappear behind the horizon. The sky turned from orange to purple to black. The stars came out, one by one, scattered across the darkness like diamonds. "I have been thinking," she said finally. "About what?" "About everything. About the auction. About the trial. About Elena. About the foundation. About the book. About us." Ezra glanced at her. "That is a lot of things." "I know. But I have been thinking about one thing in particular." "
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 The Aftermath
The elevator doors closed.Vienna leaned against the wall and let out a breath she did not know she had been holding."You just resigned," she said."I did.""You just gave up your company.""I did.""For me?"Ezra turned to face her. He took her hands. "For us."The elevator stopped at the ground
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy Good Girl At Work
The next morning, Vienna went back to the office.She wore her best blazer. Her best blouse. Her best slacks. She applied makeup carefully, hiding the dark circles under her eyes. She pinned her hair back and put on her professional face and walked into Vance Industries like she belonged there.Bec
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy The Man at the Door
Ezra arrived in eighteen minutes.Vienna heard his car before she saw it, the low growl of an engine that cost more than most people's houses. She stood by the window and watched him park on the street, climb out, adjust his jacket. He looked up at the apartment building, at the Chinese restaurant
One Night With My Brother’s Worst Enemy What Silas Saw
Vienna stayed at the coast for three days.She woke up without an alarm. She ate breakfast at a diner where no one knew her name. She walked on the beach for hours, letting the cold water numb her feet and the salt air clear her lungs. She read a book. A real book, not a manuscript or a medical cha
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